"Not much," Mike admits, putting his hands down. "But he's sick and twisted. What he did--what he gave you--" Mike gestures vaguely at Briggs' general lap area. "That's where he started with me. And it's gonna get worse."

Not wanting to delve into details, he jerks his head down the corridor. "Let's keep moving. I'll try to keep us from getting back to his..." he hesitated, failing to come up with a better word. "...lair."