[ ohhhhhh he leans into the touch. that's just the kind of person he is, letting him have a look. he barely remembers it, or maybe remembers it too much? he blinks a little bit, and his thoughts are confused, a jumble that kind of vibrates with anxiety. ]

Yeah...

Especially on the train... we saw Quincy and her assistant there too... it was... weird. They were civilians from what I could gather, on this train that was being attacked.

[ lemons is the only word that sticks out in his head. ]