Paul is able all too easily to visualize the damage from 'four inch incisors'. He makes a face. "Pass."

He jotted down a summary of the gunshots and frostbite, pursed his lips, shook his head. "I think for our purposes something that can be used for identification purposes, but I'll leave thirty-page files back in the real world where they belong."

Scribble scribble, then Paul chewed absently on the cap of the Sharpie, considering his next word.

"....this is going to sound-- paranoid, I realize," he said slowly. "But I think security questions might not be a bad idea."