He grinned at her, allowing his silence to bespoke some agreement. Between them. The implication of teamwork and professional motivation -- a fine path to stroll along these padded walls. He inclined his head, his gaze moving from her own refulgent stare.

Still unused to the lack of pupils.

Chilton's ear prickled at Norman's explanation, noting carefully the words unspoken.

"Why, Mr. Osborn," he began, his drawl audacious. "I can tell that is quite the PR worthy rhetoric." It was a risk, flashing his tongue like that, but he didn't want his company to think he wasn't aware of the dual conversation in motion, here. Who, he wondered, did Norman think unworthy of his institution? Anyone who escaped, perhaps? But provoking the past was an endeavor rarely rewarded by people like Norman Osborn. Chilton folded his hands behind his back, keeping quiet as he ticked off his suspicions about his company: Narcissistic, anti-social, domineering. Norman Osborn. Control complex, defensive, seemingly obsessive. Danger.

Chilton thought himself the sanest being in his present company.

"And what is your institutions relationship with the local authorities? I consulted rather closely with the FBI in my own world."