Saves Mithrun the trouble of explaining where he's going with this! Though... he supposes he might have to explain himself anyway, with the way Popp is reacting. He stands there, arms still crossed, like he's waiting out a tantrum from...

...Well, from a sixteen-year-old.

"You said it yourself, didn't you? You're an easy target. I, however, am not. If we assume they're capable of gauging such things, my presence may well be why we aren't seeing any."