[Q is, in fact, still somewhat too invested in his own personal mission of trying to ascertain both an explanation for this place and a way out of it to consider anything he's done so far 'fun'. But that's by the by.
He blinks down at the leg suddenly splayed across his lap, and up at the eyes fixed on his.
Then lifts his glasses, and removes them to swipe the mist away with the sleeve of his shirt.]
Autonomy
He blinks down at the leg suddenly splayed across his lap, and up at the eyes fixed on his.
Then lifts his glasses, and removes them to swipe the mist away with the sleeve of his shirt.]
Oh, no, that's just my face.