"I'll have you know I can be extremely trusting," Philip answers with a smirk of his own before he looks at the menu to decide on his order. The two of them are next in line, after all, and he'd very much like to continue this conversation without too much of a pause, knowing they'll both hold up the line and this interesting subject if they don't have their orders ready once they've reached the counter.

Decision made, he looks over at Reid with another grin and adds, "Within reason, of course. I hardly walk around this place suspecting each and every person I meet of being some kind of killer, but only because I know most people don't have that in them. It's one thing to be able to say you would do anything to protect your loved ones, but when it comes down to the line, there aren't that many people who would be able to take a life, even in a situation like that. Which in turn leads me to acknowledge most people aren't capable of killing for work and probably even fewer people are capable of killing for pleasure. Why else would it be that drafts were necessary in times of war? It was, at least at one point, difficult to find men who wanted to pour bullets into another, even if he was the enemy."

He smiles again and shrugs. "So you may be right. The average person may read a news story about such things and decide their neighbour is a killer, but if they were to stop and consider and statistical probability of it for even a moment, they'd see they were being rather stupid."