[You realise he's based in Westerley, right? It's where the Kennel is situated, because there's no way in hell they would have got clearance to house a whole unit of potentially unstable bioweapons anywhere nice. Besides, he kind of likes it there. Or perhaps like isn't the right word-- accustomed to it, at ease. It'd be a bit of a stretch to call anywhere home, but it's the closest thing to it.

So no, he doesn't laugh, instead continues to wonder what exactly is going on here, whether this person is entirely all there or whether they have some motive he's yet to discern because really--]

Get to know each other.

[He says it flatly, uncomprehending, until something seems to click into place, and--]

If it's my track record you're inquiring about, I assure you there's no need for concern. I haven't turned on anyone, yet.

[A small smile slices across his face, though whether it's intended to be reassuring or something else is anyone's guess.]