"What mind control stuff?" That's news to him. And not good news, either. How is it possible for things to just keep getting worse? But he shakes this fresh dismay away, and tries to focus his attentions enough to answer the questions, which seem rapid fire after so much time spent in the company of quiet, furtive people.

"I was...trying to help. But it didn't work. And the food," he pockets some bread and cheese too, at the reminder, "isn't for me."