"Erm, uh... What?" he asks, looking at Katrina and Kyra. But, he feels an odd compel, that he really SHOULD answer. "There's, uh, a supplier. I don't really know much about him-he just gives me the goods, and I report back to him. Always in a cloak, never saw his face. Voice is real weird-all bassy and distorted. I've been giving it to all my friends-they're my friends, right? And, uh, couple of months." He looks pretty aghast with himself at having just answered those questions, and starts looking around for a way to get out of there.