Definitely some kind of hallucination, definitely not someone who just recently got a look at this place. Fuck knew that that lily he'd carted home did, how it worked; who knew what else the Observers might do to fuck with him. Mold in the bunker ducts, the flash of neurons before he unwittingly drowned in a broken pod.

Or they'd just--do this. Give the coat, hide the samples, scrub the name from the list. Fucking Redacted written into a blank slot, no names underneath. No point in including them except to show that they hadn't. Never any answers, never anyone for him--

A fucking year. Ty the last thing he saw before he woke up in the fountain, bedridden and pale, sweating out a fever that wouldn't quit on its own. Here he is acting like Kira snubbed him at the fucking corner, and there's no bus or train to dodge into and away. Stomping on his own foot, Kira pulls out of his boot and kicks it backward, right at the sound of that voice. "Do not even think about touching me, Jesus Christ. Go away."