Tom watches the other with fascination, a look that's rapidly growing more and more normal with the way the other flits about, full of energy that needs to be dissipated via movement. It's a very similar feeling Zane often has, though he imagines there's far less cocaine involved with his new friend.

He's quiet for a few moments, content to watch and happy to learn before he finally speaks up. He pulls the blanket a little closer as he does so, getting far more comfortable.

"They've made a mistake, I think. Trapping you here." Tom sounds very pleased by this, and then cants his head to the side a fraction of an inch as a thought occurs to him.

"We should collaborate."