"Yeah." So much for the small hope that he was being paranoid.

Paranoia is a way of life, a familiar voice teases, but the recollection is gone before he can pull a face to match the voice.

"Yeah, I know 'em."

There's a negligible chance they're not being watched, even now. His smile returns, a little sharper this time. "Sorta makes me want to rip them all down."