Not people I can't shoot. [He looks away from the sky to watch the chicken run off, expression unchanging. If that was a joke, the world may never know it.] Besides, you weren't hassling me. No more than I should be used to.

The plant. [Roland's tone gets a little more life to it as a thought hits him.] The one that sang. Rapped. Appeared when we first moved into this place. Wasn't that yours?