Damian laughs quietly. "You can move up? It might be warmer up there." He gestures vaguely sort of near the - it may be more fair to call it a seat instead of a bed. "If you're cold. I mean - I thought I saw -"

He trails off. "It's wearing off? They wanted me to answer some questions, so, I'm a bit - I won't stop talking if I start. I mean, if it feels like I haven't answered something."

He tugs his left arm closer to his chest like he might be a bit cold. "I'm technically ExtSec. Was? I don't know if I was fired. An order came down to open fire and it didn't make sense, to I asked for verification. And -"

He's honestly not sure now what the charges are. Some blurry mess of knowing too much and saying the wrong things and then refusing. Maybe. Treason in action and mind.