[ This doesn't make sense. Why would the EMT be brought here...? Despite the nonchalant, even frivolous demeanour he's been using on the scientists here, pretending not to know certain things, to be uninterested by them... Konstantin is in truth a deeply observant man. All at once he is taking in many details (not that particular unsettling details are hidden much, here; the EMT is plainly wearing the same clothing he is — as though issued prison garb.)
Did they just bring him in? ...Or has he been kept in this place for these days since?
It's thrown a wrench in an already unknown situation, and he glances to the dark expanse of glass across the space, where he knows they're watching. Slowly, Konstantin's eyes return to the younger, the one he knows is no normal man. In the days since parting ways with him, Konstantin has only learned more about the ways he isn't, either.
And it will be nighttime soon. ]
I'm alright, [ he says, which is a lie that tastes strange against his own tongue. This man shouldn't be here, but he knows he must be careful with what he says. Still, it's all right to show some surprise, to ask questions; anyone would. ]
Have they been keeping you here too? [ Konstantin adjusts his stance a little, trying to seem more bewildered than unsettled. As though this is strange and that's all, and he even gives an exasperated sigh followed up by a smile. His arms fold across his chest, easy. ]
All this fuss for nothing. Do they think talking to the first responder in a prison cell might help jog my memory? [ It's all an act, for show; later, he'll find a way to lead Vasiliy to more private areas of the room. The bed, they can sit there maybe. Chat. Harder to hear exactly what's said, and if he controls his expressions enough, they'll think he's just making friendly chatter. ]
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Did they just bring him in? ...Or has he been kept in this place for these days since?
It's thrown a wrench in an already unknown situation, and he glances to the dark expanse of glass across the space, where he knows they're watching. Slowly, Konstantin's eyes return to the younger, the one he knows is no normal man. In the days since parting ways with him, Konstantin has only learned more about the ways he isn't, either.
And it will be nighttime soon. ]
I'm alright, [ he says, which is a lie that tastes strange against his own tongue. This man shouldn't be here, but he knows he must be careful with what he says. Still, it's all right to show some surprise, to ask questions; anyone would. ]
Have they been keeping you here too? [ Konstantin adjusts his stance a little, trying to seem more bewildered than unsettled. As though this is strange and that's all, and he even gives an exasperated sigh followed up by a smile. His arms fold across his chest, easy. ]
All this fuss for nothing. Do they think talking to the first responder in a prison cell might help jog my memory? [ It's all an act, for show; later, he'll find a way to lead Vasiliy to more private areas of the room. The bed, they can sit there maybe. Chat. Harder to hear exactly what's said, and if he controls his expressions enough, they'll think he's just making friendly chatter. ]
Are you alright?