[Grins, turning slightly to look at Art, his head tilting back slightly.]
What d'you think? [Obviously. A bright, happy-looking exterior to divert people's thoughts away from other things... well, he's gotta hand it to the ones who built this city, that's an effective strategy.]
So, a little bird told me a little something about trouble in paradise! [He picks up his journal, waving it in the air.] Something about... not being safe, here?