60 The hunt for knowledge

"And how do we kill them?" I ask him, without raising my hand and my eyes trained on my open notebook before me. If we are going to either ignore each other or be rude, so be it.

"By any means necessary - but I don't recommend trying, Bambi," he snarks. I purse my lips and decide not to respond in kind, even as insults fill my mind. I hear a few snickers around me, but when I look around with a glare they quiet down.