( the injured look that seoraj affects, cradling one bicep in his hand as if it has been personally wounded by the suggestion his muscles are not currently sufficient to metzger's needs, is pushing it a little - he refrains from verbalizing it, leaning back alongside cage a moment later, pulling a face at his prediction.

at his depressingly plausible prediction. )

Because everyone who wants to piss away our lives-- ( the zdg, the crews, all of those people in floral smoke today, ) --is gonna take a minute and fill it out triplicate first. What with all the unified authority we've got, taking its time to do things right.

( see, it's not that seoraj doesn't have opinions. it's just you only hear them when he's had a beer first, generally speaking. )