[He draws a sharp breath at the effective counter-argument, holds it in his lungs for a while as if that would ease the knot that's starting to form in his stomach. Of course he doesn't know, he's only been here a little over a week but he knows enough. Benefit of a doubt. ]
Do you, Helix? Do ya really know 'em? You really think none of 'em can be trusted? [Sharp, aggressive, but he's got nothing to back it up with and so he shifts out of his seat, gets up on his feet.]
Whatever. What th' hell do I know. [And with that he grabs his bowl and makes a move for the kitchen to put it away. Lost his apetite there.]