[There's something incredibly distasteful about that entire display with the helmet, and perhaps that's why Kristoph indulges it; almost everyone else here is fully aware of what he is and what he's done, and there's something vaguely charming about not having to keep up any sort of pretense anymore. Either way, he'll take it, and he'll turn it a bit in his hands while he considers.]

Believe me, I've no intention of staying here any longer than necessary and I'm more than slightly displeased with the fact that one of my former employees is being used as emotional blackmail, mere projection or not.

I imagine our best bet toward finding something of value is that locked door downstairs.