"It's new for me, so it might not be out yet for you. But - Ha! - Yeh, I don't see that technique going away any time soon, it's far too convenient. How else are they supposed to catch the killer in the hour?"

Drake frowned, cycling through various possible meanings behind 'pork industry' as he continued walking, but they were all equally viable, so he finally asked, "In a literal sense, or in more of a Pink Floyd sort of way?"

Thinking about advanced technology and unbridled capitalism together at once caused him to pause and look suddenly concerned and subdued. "Actually....I shouldn't say anything - technically, I'm not supposed to know about this, but," a small shrug, "work contacts. And I imagine it won't make any difference here, especially if we're from different realities anyway, but...around your time, three years ago for me, there was an enormous security breach within the USAF. A few, actually. At least a dozen patents on new technologies and materials could be traced directly back to Groom Lake." He raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at her, wondering if, along with his earlier slip about energy weapons, she'd catch his drift.