He watched the shift again. It still unsettled him. It sickened him, how flawless, how easy it was. "But I'm having such a good time!"

He turns slightly, to place his arm against the divider, leaning against it almost casually, but there's an edge to the way he moves, hard, nervous, anticipating. He keeps his eyes flat, mouth flat, everything flat.

"You know why I'm down here, kid."