He'd started out reading whatever caught his eye: flyers shrilly advocating courses, announcing lectures, giving away furniture. Now, as Don draws a finger across his lips, his gaze is fixed but remote. It's all a bunch of words.

He looks for the first time at the other man, a silent query in the arch of his brows. "Be my guest," he says, gesturing to a flyer with a single slip of paper left dangling from it. "Are you a humanoid with three or more limbs?" the notice reads. "You can earn up to ₭12 per hour for three hours of participation in our study."