His own scrutiny of the work hasn't turned up any brighter ideas, and honestly in the echoing silence of the room it feels almost stranger not to respond to the sole bit of commentary than to offer his own two cents.

"... Who is Dashiell Hammett." No one said those two cents had to be impressive in any way. Or partnered with something useful like an introduction. No, Sasuke offers nothing further as he stares ahead at the credits of that film, drink in hand and face somewhat pinched as if he's forcing himself to sip something horrible.