He knows that Irahl's turned his head to look at him. He can tell that the direction of his voice has changed. A strange thought almost finds purchase in his mind, but he pushes it away. Some of it's the smell of blood still thick in the room. It's got to be.

He focuses on eating what seem to be little tubes of pickled vegetables in a bread wrap. He didn't actually mean to grab these. It's distracting enough and hard to eat that they'll do perfectly.

"Oh, yeah, well... I mean, yesterday I told my bro I was gonna be bored, so he put me on some guided... Tour? Thing? Pretty sure that motherfucker was prankin' me, so I left, an' the guards got mad 'cause I think I used the wrong exit or somethin' an set off an alarm?"

Hey, he's blind. How is he supposed to tell one fancy exit door from another?

"An' I didn't wanna deal with guys makin' me go back so I just kinda hoofed it. An' then I hid in a restaurant until they gave up."