"You looked kind of like you were shivering. It never quite feels like it's warm enough." Damian hugs his knees. "I think it - it'd wear off. Eventually?"

He uncurls enough to pull himself back up and holds out his right hand to Enj to offer him a hand up. He's steadily blue in the sight, at least, and the hall has little flickers of red occasionally, but - no one at their door.

"I bet - you're not from around here, so if you ask for your embassy they should let you out. I think they would. IntSec doesn't want to get outside attention on them too closely. I think Hector thinks there's something rotten inside of Lorena. I think he thinks I run the Cards." Damian's voice is kind of going quiet and - he doesn't sound like he knows he's talking. Collected, maybe, but - rambling.