You'll have to speak frankly, darling. I don't think he has any idea what you found. [Rhan says, purposefully all lightness and air (that must, by how blunted her smile is, be tantamount to snapping)--
Lyr interrupts:] A second charred circle?
[Rhan shuts her mouth with a click and Lyr resumes unbuttoning his cloak and the highest buttons of his Carbauschian outer tunic. He starts to move past them, attempting to free himself from this tangle of Hosts just inside the door and make his way to his bunk space.] What will our hosts make of it, I wonder? 'Host' in the traditional sense of the word, not-- [he punctuates it with a vague gesture around the room: all of us.
He fixates again on Misato from his reasonably safe distance:] What exactly is it you think I've done?
no subject
Lyr interrupts:] A second charred circle?
[Rhan shuts her mouth with a click and Lyr resumes unbuttoning his cloak and the highest buttons of his Carbauschian outer tunic. He starts to move past them, attempting to free himself from this tangle of Hosts just inside the door and make his way to his bunk space.] What will our hosts make of it, I wonder? 'Host' in the traditional sense of the word, not-- [he punctuates it with a vague gesture around the room: all of us.
He fixates again on Misato from his reasonably safe distance:] What exactly is it you think I've done?