"Hi Horanckk. Anwei never shuts up about you, by the way. I'm surprised she can breathe without you coaching her," he says, entering the cubicle entirely.

"Me too. Seriously. I thought for sure I'd be a sacrificial lamb." And he's glad she isn't dead too. For as strange as their relationship can be, he's very rarely wished outright harm on her, and certainly not recently. "You're seriously called the Sissies?"

He raises an eyebrow. "You don't mean that in a Soylent Green way, right? Because if you don't, I'm so up for food."