"All right." He is too something to smile. Tired, sad, anxious, pick one. So that's that - he feels a general reluctance to invite other people into something so dangerous, like anyone would, but Benji is an adult and he knows how patronizing it is when others don't allow you to make your own decisions, and anyway he would be mildly disappointed to have heard no, anyway, despite how he tries not to judge people for it.

"Word will probably get out. About this. They can black out the CiDs, but they can't stop people from talking." He rubs at his face like scratching the sleep out of his eyes. "I guess we'll hear in a few hours." In the morning, but he can't tell if it is or isn't yet.