[ As is not uncommon for Hal, given the things that often come out of his mouth, he suddenly experiences the conviction that a person much younger has somehow demonstrated being much, much smarter than he is. ]

I'm not entirely certain hiding under my bed wouldn't be the best solution.

[ No okay, he is joking now, if not feebly. He takes a breath, which sounds over the audio like he has been holding it for hours. This is not all that inaccurate. ]

But I don't suppose I can truly claim to be alone when a beautiful woman is offering to bring me dinner.

[ Things Hal would never, ever have managed to get out of his mouth if Riley had Non-Horrific-Death-Blood: that. He used to be charming. ]