Number Three looks up, her expression scrunching up after Number One mentions that other person from the device listing, only for Five to follow it up with looking at her. Reminding her that he said this place had given her that strange name, which means that Number One is talking about her. She doesn't like it.

She's doesn't like whatever this game is. Whatever this place is doing.


There's a quick, tight shake of her head. She steps in, closer to Five and the little device he's talking at, but only because she doesn't like broadcasting Academy business in a crowded street, where Five has said that people are all listening. "I don't know what he's talking about. I just got here."

She doesn't like undercutting Space's declarations and countering him as being wrong openly. It makes something in her tense up. (Except when they're alone. Sometimes. And she can rib him about things like that, while he blusters and pretending he's not smiling, almost awkwardly for all that nothing else about him is.) But there's no time for that. No time for anything but clearest, cut truth, and getting through this part of it as soon as possible.

Not if something is potentially messing with him in an even bigger way.