[Faust shot him a look that bordered somewhere between warning and irritated but it returned to that usual stoicism a moment later.]

I haven't decided yet. But how much you go reading my mind might help me choose.

[Was that a genuine threat? It was impossible to tell. But to have people know too much about what he did back home was liable to cause trouble which was the last thing he was interested in.]

I shouldn't be here in the first place... But since I am I just want to survive. Anyone who tries to get in the way of that is my enemy.