[ Most of his colleagues are here willingly - Risotto had assumed this by their attitudes, if he's honest, but the stark difference painted between those chosen upon entry for this versus natives is a new thing to consider.

So is the nature of how it's chosen for otherworlders to be given this role. Do they know what Risotto did, back home, do they know why he died and was sent here to begin with? If it's an afterlife, it seems reasonable to assume yes. And if it's not...

He sighs, the sound more tired than aggressive. ] You're good at giving out delicate pointers, [ he says, amiably enough, even if he's puncturing the unspoken implications-only conversation a bit again. ]

I hope all of our colleagues are good at picking them up. [ How clever is the average Rocket grunt, how much should Risotto watch his back? (He will regardless; it almost doesn't matter how dangerous they all really are or aren't. But this man is quickly climbing the ranks of Risotto's mind as 'useful' and 'dangerous'. Funny how often those two coincide, and how spoiled he became back home where he was able to trust his team so implicitly.)

He considers the conversation so far and then simply asks obliquely. ] Did you do something similar to this back home?