"You can. You choose not to. Perfectly acceptable, but maintains responsibility." [He replied with great nonchalance as he continued sifting through papers and occasionally jotting notes. There was a little more effort to conceal what he was working on this time, though Crane could catch a glimpse if he tried very hard. It was a list of names and dozens of notes surrounding them.]

"I haven't decided on whether I can trust you with the fake vial yet," [He continued, more pensive. Then he slid a blank paper over the things he was working on and set down his pen, looking up to Crane now.] "Who else did you tell about the vial being stolen, at the same time or before you told me?"