It is pretty odd, yeah. The offices at city hall are full of blank papers and photographs and just… nothing. How can there just be nothing?

[Jamil watches as she makes his coffee. Back home, he got so used to testing food for poison — but that was for other people. Now it’s just him. No one to care for, no one to protect.

He’s not sure whether he’s happy about that or not.]

I feel like I should be doing something. [He taps his foot against the floor. Antsy. A little on edge.] Maybe I should find somewhere and just start working. Like you.

[Then he’d at least have something to do, something other than sifting through the nothingness.]

Did you come in on the train?