Doyle's eyebrow is still raised, and his ear on that side of his head slowly tilts up too, like a curious dog or animal or something.

"Really?" he says lightly, "Because that's been going around a lot on our end. You might want to start looking into that, because after the trouble we had in Locke, that kind of news makes us feel targeted, and we start getting a little nervous."

During the ceremony, he had felt yet another pulse, and could tell already that it was a memory of some kind, but he hadn't thought too hard about it yet. But whatever it was had left him feeling a little more responsible for other numbered people - or maybe he was just more confident, enough to get more active in this network business. Maybe the thrill of being 'human' again had worn down enough for him to return to being cautious towards non-numbered bearing gifts.

Or maybe it was all a mask and role to step into so he can ignore that he's still on stage in front of a bunch of people.