[At least, he thinks, this man is relatively frank. He appreciates that. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he removes his glasses and stares at them.]

You have a point. However let me ask you - what makes you think it's supernatural? There are...always reasonable explanations. always.

[One hand goes to his right wrist and forearm, squeezing it as he stares at the other man.] So it could be...a government organization. Or a corporation engaging in...mutating people somehow.

I'll concede that that's not a hallucination, but far too often are facts and reason dismissed from discussions of things like this and...they shouldn't be.

[But his hand stays wrapped around his forearm.] ...It's the worst kind of food poisoning.