It was usually best not to think about the things that might or might not have been going on in other parts of the Area-52 campus. Or even on other floors. Or even rooms on the same floor he didn't have access to. Otherwise he'd never be able to sleep. That was too much weight for a job he'd taken to keep his skills sharp while he tried to figure out what he wanted to do with his life on a grand scale. That was the only scary mystery he wanted to deal with at the moment. "I mean, you're probably right," he said with a shrug, "Pretty sure if I don't know about it, I don't want to know about it."
Hmm. That wasn't much of an answer, but that also probably fell under the purview of don't-ask-don't-tell as well. Whatever shenanigans Mao got up to in his non-dancing-in-graveyards time was his own business. Ben didn't have much time to think about it anyway since the next bit of information he got from Mao was... Well. Unexpected. He pulled at the collar of his tee shirt and gave it a sniff.
"No I don't," he argued, though for all he knew, he did. Even when he wasn't a dog he still had a pretty good sense of smell, but... The problem with this was that he typically couldn't smell himself unless he really needed a shower. Who could, really?