[ Daniel finds himself letting out a breath of surprised laughter as she tells him to join the club. She's definitely not human, then, definitely not from here, whatever that means now; Armand says stuff like that - "How do you say it, Daniel? How do the young people say it?" - and Armand is about as strange as they come.. but strangely noticing that kind of similarity between them makes Daniel feel a little more comfortable. He doesn't spare a moment to think about how weird people make him feel better than normal ones, because that's worth an entire novel for itself alone. ]

Third, huh.. So, they just keep bringing new people in and telling them nothing? That seems... [ Stupid? Scary? Pointless? Like purgatory? Is he dead? ] Productive.

[ Ah yes, the armor of sarcasm. Daniel tightens his lips a little, somehow unable to look away from her face. She is kind of enchanting. Or Daniel's just a weirdo. Column A, column B. ]

So you've been here a while, then, if you know I'm the third wave. Were you wave one?