[ At "I'm a warden," a brief glimmer of excitement passes across Tim's face. Wardens have guns. Guns are good. Guns are life.

This guy, whoever he is, does not have a gun. ]

Oh come on, that the best you can do? You're not even armed, pumpkin! What're you gonna do, twink me to death? That's. That doesn't actually sound like a half-bad way t—never mind, just... calm your tits for half a second and listen up, okay?

[ Tim's advance doesn't stop, and indeed he reaches up with the intention of covering Rhys's defensively outstretched hand with his own. You never know, maybe there's a laser in this thing or some shit. He's been attacked by weirder. Whether Rhys lets it happen is another story, but either way his winning hand remains loose at his side, Hyperion-branding plainly visible on the back of it. ]