[ Predators recognize other predators, or at least that's what Risotto thinks is happening right now. He grows visibly more attentive as he registers this man's own attitude, the serious stare but the forthcoming answers. It's useful to be told all of this — no one else had so far. Risotto wonders if it's a manipulation tactic or simply a broader attempt to get team cooperation.

But for now, his need for answers means he has little choice but to engage. ]

Are there more otherworlders outside of our organization? [ They're outnumbered? Interesting.

And...when was the last time someone offered to shop for him? Of all the odd things that are going on... Risotto considers his choices and decides it sounds better than turning this uniform inside out in order to blend in while doing it himself. ]

...I'd appreciate it. [ He hates the idea of accepting help, so if he simply thinks of it only as a transactional affair with the organization itself, that's easier. ]

You seem comfortable talking to new recruits, for how rarely this happens.