[He watches the other as he easily lights another cigarette, fixating on the hollowed-out holes of the Reaper's mask to examine the unnatural light his eyes cast from under there.

After a moment, he pulls away from him with a low, snide-sounding scoff. No, he didn't say he wasn't interested. He hated feeling like he wasn't in control, and while he had no problem listening to orders himself, it was usually only when it benefited him.
Here, the only benefit to living in housing inside quarantine was that he could walk around freely wherever he wanted.]

Keep your nose clean for now. Figure out what everyone here is capable of, and which ones are the ones looking out for.

And then you make a plan. [Tch.]