When Scott entered the cell, he thought at first that he was under attack. Cairn, who'd been squatting on the cot, leaped off it suddenly and charged across the room.
Scott tensed instantly, ready to fight back...but Cairn stopped less than a meter away. "There." Grinning, he moved his head in a circle, staring at Scott's face. "There it is. Just like I expected."
Scott had no patience for games, but knew he had to play along to get anywhere. "What's that, Cairn?"
"The look on your face." Cairn pointed at him and chuckled. "The one I was dreaming about. The one that happened when you realized just how bad things are and that there's nothing you can do about it."
"I think you're seeing what you want to see," said Scott. "I'm feeling just fine."
"You're full of plang." Cairn
