[Animal guts smell, and he doesn't like them. Balthazar can afford to be picky, anyway, since he doesn't have to eat.] Hello, Jo. I'm not into blood sports, but the damn-[Static.]-- eating at the crops. Do you want it? It's a fair size; not quite ten pounds.

[He nods slightly.] Those of us with family here are lucky. We won't vanish unnoticed. But there are others here on their own.