The humor was shared even if Wu's expression never flickered or budged from the even stoicism he wore. "There is a contact form on the terminals, I will ask," he said evenly, as if it was just a given that they'd comply. And really, for a many who'd trafficked so many vices? That was his only one, a good drink now and then. "Where were you interred before being selected?" Wu asked intently, thinking that with enough time and questions he might start seeing the reach of this place.