[ is looking spry a good thing? roland doesn't ask. he also doesn't inquire further about the other commentary kaveh has on the adjustment of his overall look either. does it matter if the tie is thick or thin? does the angle of the lapel matter if his life is on the line? even if he isn't from the titular City anymore, the fact that people can kill or be killed here with relatively little consequence continues to loom in his mind. artsy guys like kaveh possibly can't understand.

so he just nods and hums in agreement to help fill the lack of further commentary on his part. sorry kaveh, he wishes he got something worthwhile to say except: ]

You mean the architecture around this place wasn't built with human hands? [ huh. ] Well, the party they held for us in our first month here felt like an imitation of one, if that makes sense. Like they just put out fun-looking things that they thought humans would enjoy.

It's eerie, if you ask me.

[ very eerie, and one of the people he can safely call his closest peers isn't even human. it's that fucked up. ]