Ed looks up without lifting his head and for a second, there's something... different there. Something a little darker, a little angrier, maybe.

Then he looks down again. "Well, it's not my quota, is it? It's theirs, that I simply have to conform to."

The other guy yells at him from the window, torn between demanding to be let out, to give Vrenille a piece of his mind about what business it is of his and berating Ed about being so timid and so eternally weak.

Instead, he sips his coffee again.