Derision is Number Five's awake setting, and Number Three had the urge to roll her eyes. The only thing keeping it from that was that just the sound of his voice, and the sharpness, short, saltiness of it, was so normal that the biting edges, doubled, for making it easier for her to breathe, too. That something here was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Made it easy to drop into her own place.


Her own skin.

To settle the line of her spine, and
the span of her shoulders, and the rise of her chin.
Like everything about it was beneath Number Three's attention.

She nodded her head in the direction away, and started them walking one direction instead of simply asking where, or even agreeing. "Yeah. I got to see that up close and personal already. Wherever this is, they still know what the Academy is, but it was weird, too. Their questions were just weird."