[ Lots of food for thought, and he absorbs it as well as he can. It's a lot of what ifs, a lot of how abouts, a lot of wouldn't it be wild ifs, and nothing concrete.

He wishes their bad guy had a face. At least that way he would know who to be pissed off at. ]

Maybe, maybe not. Or maybe there's a standard to it.

[ He points to the aisle. ]

Here? Free game.

[ Then, he points to himself. ]

Steal from a person? Jail.

Or maybe we really should go around looting. Find out where the line is drawn.