"Believe me, my first thought had been that a tank had utterly flattened a jeep in my kitchen." Beat. "Those would be large military land vehicles."

He goes quiet for a moment, mulling over his share of pastry and coffee.

"I wish I knew," he murmurs. "Well, I do know. I'd like to be sure that I won't have my house broken into. But I don't know what you could possibly do about it. And..."

He presses his thumbs together until the tips turn white, then lets them go. "If I'm being very, very honest. I don't know if I'm really all that more scared than I usually am. All that's really changed is that one of my fears is suddenly much more material than usual."