[A high probability of coincidental meetings? Is it because they're all in an enclosure? He stops himself short of asking dumb questions, though, instead feeling a little chided. He ducks his head, runs a hand through his hair.]
No one was saying anything. It's... it's not right.
[He rests his hands on his knees. He notices his fingers are trembling a little, and clenches them to hide it.]
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No one was saying anything. It's... it's not right.
[He rests his hands on his knees. He notices his fingers are trembling a little, and clenches them to hide it.]