Goro takes a plate too, one of the expensive ones with the pink border. It's ikura, salmon roe. He drops a teabag into a cup and makes some tea from the hot water spigot, before he begins.

"How'd you die? Actually, we're back to the howlingly personal, aren't we? I could tell you about my criminal record instead, if you like." He doesn't have a criminal record; he's too clever. Or at least, so he always thought.