Smith almost grinned at the timing of it all. "Who wants to take a bet on if it's Larson or not?" He asked the room in general, but nobody answered, however some -Vlad in particular- made particualarly rude handgestures. "No need to get snippy!" Smith exclaimed. "I just wanted the chance to fleece -cough- I mean earn some extra money." He looked innocently at the disbelieving crowd.
"Alright, you win." He said. "Vlad, you'd better answer that."
((Everybody dead or what?))