One of the most off things about it is how Steven doesn't even seem to notice that anyone has entered the room until Greg is actually coming over to him. He's startled to see anyone, let alone these guys again. The door had been locked for the night, and he was anticipating being left in here until morning.

He shies back uncertainly, facial paints still on his fingers, spots of it smeared on his cheeks and clothing. His eyes are still filled with nothing but glittering cloud, and crack lines still refract across his skin.

One downside to him being marginally more aware is that he's capable of understanding the possibility of consequences. Jin has definitely been trying to get that across to him, recently.

He huddles low against the desk he's been working on, like he's trying to hide. He doesn't really know why - he's just confused and scared and doesn't know how to react. His curls are messy and ungroomed.

"Hi," he says frailly.