"Hatch." He doesn't sound impressed by the concept; it sounds improbable, the idea of hatching things like some kind of bird, but he imagines it's probably fitting for the place. "Like eggs?" He hasn't gotten anything from Taxon directly yet, after all, perfectly content to continue living off of Daniel when it's feasible and the discarded refuse of everyone else when it isn't. He's bought something here and there, of course, but never anything significant, and the hatches themselves had been written off as too strange to be used.

Smecker's discomfort and encroaching exhaustion go unnoticed, or if not Rorschach just doesn't care. He needs information first, and he's not about to be finished before he's satisfied he's gathered as much as he can. "Only three. Confident in knowledge?" With an implication behind the words that Bad Things await if he's untruthful.