Yes, there was a chance Rinoa would get annoyed, but for Seifer's comfort, Nida would take charge of clean up for this. The olive branch out he settles back in his own seat, making sure to slouch. Look at this, he's even taking himself into a position that says 'look, I can't get up easy.' Not only is it clear that Nida's trying not to be a threat, he's also making it clear that he's making it clear that he's not trying to threaten Seifer. This is supposed to be a conversation. If he gets a black eye, he'll deal with it.

"Yeah, I'd probably rather be in a ward too," Nida admitted. This wasn't exactly what he'd signed up for. "I don't know if people know how we got here. There are more than I've had a chance to talk to, by any stretch of the imagination. But at the same time, it's smaller than Balamb Garden, for all that it's over more space. From the books I've read of the history here, I think there are suspicions of why. I myself am not really liking the conclusions I'm drawing so far, which is that we're on some twisted form of entertainment, or maybe this is some sort of place between life and death where we're judged for our lives, but we're here. We're here and we need to survive. That's how I get through the day right now, because it's not like my salary can cover it."

Oh, the wristband. That one is a bit harder. Nida reached out to fiddle with his own. It didn't serve as an adequate replacement for his mother's bracelet, but he's taken to stroking the band all the same.

"Think of these like the Garden network, but with the potential for live and recorded audio-visual feed as well. I have no clue how the tech is so small. Beyond that... I don't understand them much. I know the color is supposed to mean something.">