Viktor's about to explain the ticket system—rather, mention the tickets and then admit he can't explain them, since their arrival is pretty much inexplicable, thus far presenting no identifiable pattern—but then, Conner speaks a magic word. His mien changes instantly, as though lit by a spark from within.

"Ah, yes, it was noted in your file that you're a welder by trade. I'd be interested in hearing more about that—the independent work, as well. Your personal projects lean more creative, as I understand it."

Feed him, he's starving.