He's got a similar dread, but perhaps better at concealing it. "Oho, on the contrary. I've got barely anything to do with this." Wait. Maybe that sounds bad.

"I mean, it's more up to you than it is me. But don't worry. Today's just..." he rotates his wrist (look, two hands!) in a circle as he flips through a good word. "Boundaries. Rules. Temp just means I get first dibs on knowing if you end up dead in corner. It's not going to be that serious unless you make it into something that needs to be." Like dying on his watch! Already had that happen once, thanks Verso. He's not eager to stalk you day and night for your 'well-being', Marc. Don't sweat.

"Enclosure, then?" Daylight's not his thing but.. maybe it'd be nice to see it for a change.