She gets as far as 'keep track' before his face settles into a pronounced moue of distaste. He isn't precisely concerned with what comes after that; neither option is exactly winning his favour, here. The two groups could be arguing over whether to make rift folk into one of two similar yet distinct types of sausage, for all he cares. He just knows he wants no part of it.

"So people are aware of this 'rift' phenomenon, then." His voice is chillier than the air. "And what if I neither want to be 'contained' nor 'live in the open', hm?"