"Not all of them." Not all of them want to, even if they're all definitely cultists. But hey, you work and eat and and suffer alongside a people enough, the line between Rubean and interloper starts to blur.

But, HEY, what the fuck kind of insult is queer eye? Figuring it out isn't rocket science, makes his lip curl, mouth still flavored with wine and cinnamon.

"If you get off on being a dumb bitch, I can point you to the right demonstration." He's still looking at her like she's stupid. "'Course, considering you're flat as a goddamn board, not sure who's gonna want to team up."