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Thirteen remained quiet, observant, deferential.

It wasn't like Three responded in any meaningful way, so the old man probably didn't understand. He should make his intentions clearer next time. Though it was fair that any further conversation, any possibility of interaction, was cut away once the Archbishop arrived. Feeble but still, that one. The young Number felt a twitch in his index finger, though he willed it to be still. Intrusive as they were, thoughts would remain thoughts.

Though with so many people there, it was horrifically, intensely tempting.

He was nothing if not quiet, observant, deferential though. It was almost possible, with more high-profile, more explosively-colorful Numbers present, to forget that Thirteen was even there in the operations room. His one visible eye turned from one human to another as they spoke, lingering only briefly on 2's heart, before finally closing as the verdict was given. A small smile formed over his face, interrupted only by a quiet cough from Matriona. He placed his hand over his mouth when he heard that. It [i]was[/i] disrespectful. He should remain stony-faced. He could've just worn a cough mask though.

Ah, but...

[b]"Before my assignment begins, could I be granted a few hours leave to visit the city? I would even go and recommend this request to be granted to my fellow brethren as well. An opportunity to bond over casual activities would be of benefit if we are expected to work together."[/b]