Harriet MacLeod (aka 'Harry'):
Harry nods, still grinning. "Ah... you must mean that feeling like, at any moment, someone could be dragged out and burnt as a witch?"
Rumson gives you a look. "...Well... yes... That's exactly what I mean... what an... interesting example to choose. Apt, though... There's a sense of...
suspicion, like everyone's filled with both fear in the face of the unknown... and
hate, as well. What... what makes this place like that...? Is it... is it something in their past, do you think...?" Now the searching look is back, like maybe Rumson thinks he dismissed Harry a little too quickly earlier...