Long's ingrained politeness has him saying a begrudging, "Mayland Long" in answer to the name, before he can stop himself. He then looks supremely irritated with himself for having done so.

With a little huff, he moves to the wall and turns on the light; he doesn't need it, but it is also absurd to be talking in the dark like this.

"They were damaged in a glitch in which I was inadvertently transformed into another form," he says tersely. "A large form. Exactly what incentive do I have to participate in this interrogation, or to tolerate your intrusion?"