[And despite the speed of it, he shoulder-surfs the PIN as it's entered, committing it to memory. Why wouldn't he? Something tells him it shouldn't be that easy, though.... he'd expect armed guards, besides anything else. If this was a normal situation.

He processes his counterpart's information as they go, in silence, leashing his scepticism. Eventually...]

It seems wherever you go, there are vile adults looking to use children as weapons. [Not that he's admitting anything.] It's a little unnerving to realise how many cataclysms I've barely avoided. And one likely coming up.