[janus' eyes flash a bit triumphantly, although they do a good job not like, obviously gloating or anything as silly as that. but they're collecting a's on their grade card basically all the time.] You're welcome. I'm glad you're enjoying it. [another gulp of cocktail, another subtle gleam of pride.]

You don't really think F.A.T.E.S. is trying to kill you, do you? [they cock their head. their tone is light; it's only halfway a serious question.] I think it's technically supposed to be giving us a place to live and thrive. That's what it says on the label.