Nah. "It's a good word. I've done it, just never had a term about it. Arutayro. Sure.

No point in killing each other. We'd pop back up."

Which isn't posturing, just an agreement. If you want someone to stay down here, you don't kill them. You do something else. He's playing that one close to the chest in case he reeeeeaaally needs it.

"Oh, I should warn you - I lost it on a Warden a week or so before the floods. John Doe put one of these things on me."

This is a massaging of the truth, but it'll do for now.

Marc knocks on the back of his booth. A Dancer pops up! ... Marc has, for some reason, dressed it like a person. It has a Chicago Cubs hat.