[He nods. Deep in the pit of his stomach, there is that squirming , uncomfortable feeling that reminds him that there is a chance he might die. Who knows? Maybe he would be deemed a target, and the next day, his dead body would be found strewn somewhere, exploded or stabbed or bludgeoned...]

[He doesn't want to think about it. Instead, he will think about games, about figuring them out and analyzing their secrets, about winning prizes that may prove useful for them all to escape this dreadful situation. He nods, pocketing the tickets in his lab coat.]

...The statistical likelihood would be higher, yes. [A pause.] I will be here tomorrow. We will...continue doing this. Until we find something useful.