A part of him still wanted to turn around, walk away, and Not Deal With This. But he was trapped now, face to screen with R.N.A. Even Melvin had to look slightly upwards to look them in the… eyes? He’s guessing the screen is meant to be their eyes. Either way, it was one more thing to not like about all of this.
Including the scavenger hunts. What were they, children? Seriously. It managed to be both above and below his pay grade at the same time. What kind of so-called “station master” didn’t even bother to show up at what was, presumably, their station?
R.N.A. Isn’t that… a fun concept?
“No, it sounds dumb as hell.”
There wasn’t much else to say about it. Unfortunately, on some level, he suspected that one way or another he was going to be forced into participating. Probably more dumb magic bullshit about everyone needing to cooperate Or Else. He understands that just fine. Getting him to care was going to be the hard part.
Speaking of not caring, there was that explanation he’d asked for. Why did he do that? He didn’t give a shit about pro-sociality, or their explanation of what that entailed. He does, at least, listen well enough to be snarky about it.
“Then why were you giving us such a hard time about a little smoke? I thought sharing was a good thing.” That was… definitely stretching the application of that logic, but he didn’t think it was that big of a deal anyways. Maybe it wasn’t very pro-social to tell other people what to do, huh? Gottem.
… What? Now they were interrogating him? Wow, apparently he seemed upset. What ever made them think that? That was just what his face looked like, thanks. Perpetually not happy. Nothing to do with his actual mood whatsoever. It was pure coincidence that he was, indeed, not happy.
“What the hell would I wanna talk to you for?” Poor R.N.A. was going to have to put up with a lot of this, huh. “Unless you got the key outta here, there’s not shit you can do anyway.” Implying it was only the train putting him in such a sour mood.
