[Dickson snorts. He's tussled with bigger fellows than you, lab coat kid. Although someone got their hands on a weapon, so maybe the threats aren't totally toothless, just extremely ill advised, considering the circumstances.

Alfendi seems to be having trouble getting his bearings too, and Dickson laughs at the accusation.]

Me? Yeah, sure, I brought you over to admire my handiwork. Because that's what murderers do, don't they?

[Scoff!]

How do we know it wasn't you, buddy? You come in here, act like you've never been here before. Good story, great cover up.

[Excuse him while he takes a big drag of his cigar.]