The cogs in Shrieky's head are gently turning, as he digests this information. It doesn't sound too terrible, comparatively speaking, having to hide what you are just out of habit. It's hardly ideal of course, but it could also be a lot worse.

There's another small thought, at the back of his head. A tiny, vindicating thought, that he needs to confirm before commencing celebrations, "So... if the people who are like that keep it a secret, then how do you know?"