Tuesday, 8:30 PM, Hallway

After what had occurred during that so-called trial of sorts, the blond been thinking of the true purpose as to why they were here. Truthfully, at first  he had thought that yes, perhaps, the only reason they were here was due to murdering each other and Miata had been purposely intending on leading them to believe otherwise in some subtle manner (because you know, deceptive humans). However, he had begun to reconsider he was wrong, and realized that perhaps in his initial anger he hadn't thought that indeed that it was more than the show the woman was putting on.

These thoughts swirling in his head, he once again found himself walking around a bit, until he flat out nearly bumps into someone when he rounds a corner, lost in his thoughts, and rights himself quite easily. "...What are you..."

"..."

His words trail off despite the initial surprise. Yes, clearly he should win a medal for his social skills.