[ Nash glances at the scene and starts walking through it, almost immediately. Not the parts of the room where Krill and Byerly are drinking— he doesn't even look at them, really, but paces around the perimeter of the room, examining the stains on the walls, searching for something he can throw to escape this place.
He is anxious, basically. ]
Ratting your friends out to the government, huh?
[ There isn't much accusation in his tone, or much scandal. In fact, despite the unease in his steps, his voice is the usual pleasant mockery. ]
No wonder I didn't invite you into my dead mother's boudoir.
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He is anxious, basically. ]
Ratting your friends out to the government, huh?
[ There isn't much accusation in his tone, or much scandal. In fact, despite the unease in his steps, his voice is the usual pleasant mockery. ]
No wonder I didn't invite you into my dead mother's boudoir.