Ruaan stood at the gate and looked at Seo sitting on the floor with his broken glasses slightly more broken than usual and a fresh bruise along his jaw and the general appearance of someone who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and had paid for it.
"Seo," Ruaan said again.
Seo looked up. He squinted through the damaged glasses and then his face did the thing it always did when it was trying to decide whether to be embarrassed or unbothered. It settled on unbothered, which was impressive given the circumstances.
"Oh," Seo said. "Hello."
"What are you doing in there?"
"Sitting."
"I can see that. Why are you sitting in the bottom ten cell?"
"Because I am bottom ten," Seo said, like this was a reasonable explanation that answered the question fully.
