[ 'Cozy' is one way of putting it, he thinks. It's decent enough. There's mattresses. Almost beds. Some furniture. But she puts her finger on the problem, and that's the local psychopath, who even Danny keeps his distance from - usually - due to his inability to accept anyone else setting foot in his neighborhood. Even other killers. And it's not as if he says anything before he acts.

He keeps pacing around Zarina, coming back into view not long after to keep her partly at ease - as if anyone could be at ease around him. He listens, he smiles under the mask. She'll guess every trial ground at some point. He'll have to agree to at least one, if only to keep her from getting annoyed enough to not come back and talk to him again, but he won't tell her the truth. He can't. Not if he wants to keep his privacy.

Though he could not exactly lie, just ... not tell the whole truth. Isn't that his specialty? ]

I'd like this place better if it had a little more in the way of creature comforts, and if its occupant was a little more positive toward me. [ To say Philip's not his biggest fan is a vast, vast understatement. ] I'm not that religious, and no, the Trapper isn't fond of anybody trespassing on his territory. Not that that stops me.

[ It just doesn't always end well. He pauses briefly as she mentions Glenvale, bringing her recorder up to tap on the chin of his mask. ]

It's not bad, but not quite what I'd call my favorite. I don't drink heavily and I'm not really a sunlight kind of guy. [ He keeps moving, pacing back around Zarina again. ] And your cowboy's territorial, too.

[ Her cowboy, because she and Caleb showed up at the same time. And from what he's learned, she knows him. Not exactly personally, but any kind of connection is valuable to him - valuable, and dangerous. ]

You're getting closer, though. I do like having places to look down on people from, even when I'm not trying to kill all of you.