"Roko's Basilisk," he began, "have you ever heard it? I don't expect much people outside the community it was discovered in to know about it." He kept pace with the slightly-scaled woman, talking as he walked through the Dojo with her. Someone capable of multitasking at the very minimum.

"No, haven't heard of it. What about it?" What was the thing? She didn't know, as she slowed her pace to allow him to keep up, lost in thought a bit.

"Well -" he began, but cut himself off soon after, "my apologies, but I must warn you that what I might tell you may put you in danger. It is quite literally a dangerous idea. I suppose I am already in danger with my knowledge of it, but if you refuse, I will understand." A dangerous idea? What did that mean? The intellectual civilian seemed quite sure of what he was saying, including warning the woman before speaking to her further.