Julis nodded. "Okay...", he said in his usual quiet and monotone voice. It wasn't unheard of for Isaac to ask Julis for help doing stuff. Others (mostly maintenance workers) didn't enjoy him helping. His mind worked in strange ways, and as such, never wrote down what did what. It made it a pain for others since they couldn't understand what anything meant (and sometimes Julis didn't remember either). He heard McDougal make his little joke. It irritated Julis. Such a thing would have been considered a curse upon other cultures. His brother, Cesare, seemed to be like an unmovable mountain compared to those around him, and Julis was still sitting on his large shoulder.

After a few moments, the numbers in Julis' head seemed to slow down. His usual demeanor of not paying attention to anything turned into a more focused look at Isaac, waiting for what bigger order he would ask.