Castor's not sure he likes the sound of squatting. He doesn't think he'd know what to do with that kind of freedom and responsibility - and the threat of being caught. What would happen if he was caught? He doesn't want to ask, and by so doing possibly cause Daniel more stress.

"Okay," he says slowly. "Okay." He rubs his hands slowly over his face, settling them both over his mouth. He peers over his fingertips at the ground, dazed, knowing he doesn't have to make a decision now and yet wanting to. Action is better than waiting and wondering.

"I guess, um..." He sighs and drops his hands. "I guess the government one. ROMAC?" Maybe they'll have clearer answers for him. Not that Daniel hasn't been clear - Castor figures he was probably very lucky to run into Daniel, though he's not doing a very good job showing his gratitude right now. Daniel probably understands.