[ A lift of his eyebrows, and a roll of his shoulders, confirms the first guess. As for the second - ]

My dear Richard, I'm a spy. If my answer to that question wasn't literally everyone, I'd have to give up my badge and stunner at once. [ Then, meditatively - ] Well. Not that I have a badge, of course. They only give those to the unsubtle fellows over in ops, rather than the clever ones like me.

[ Then, a bit of the clownishness falling away, he answers a bit more seriously: ]

The ones that worry me are them. [ He points heavenwards, towards the sky that presumably contains the Orbiters. Well, possibly. Who's to say, with them in this dream-state? ] But the ship is through the wormhole, as they say, when it comes to them sussing out my weaknesses. I am already their slave. So it comes down to making certain that anyone opposed to their possibly-benevolent rule doesn't find out about it.