"No. He was already smoking when I got there. And I have no idea what people from Indiana sound like, Remy." Kate turns around to lean her back against the counter, sandwich long forgotten. The line of questioning isn't too bad considering all the possibilities of what they're dealing with here, but trying to remember every tidbit of the one meeting she's had with this guy is proving to be difficult.

"He curses a lot?" Then, a light bulb. "Oh, he kept asking about the newspapers and the militia. Really wanted to know how free the press was."