[Her exclaimed enjoyment nearly made him blush -- Chilton wasn't used to such public fanfare, but he decided that he rather liked it. He was just about to answer her question -- Isn't it exciting? -- when he felt her fingers smooth along his leg. Up his thigh.]

Ah -- I, ah -- [He took a sharp breath, and her hand was then helping her conclude the remainder of that drink.] I would hesitate to identify any limits at this time, you're right.

[A sensible, if elongated sentence. It bought him time to calm his... Excitement.]

Your address to the Network, then. It was a cattle call, wasn't it? [He naturally excluded himself from that colloquial, as Chilton rarely ever considered himself to be part of the masses. He watched her a moment more, resuming a sip of his own drink.]

You're picking out test subjects. Hand-picking. You went for a varied sample size, and the best way to encourage that is survey outreach.