Liquid let Miller take his sunglasses back without complaint, and when he did, his eyes seemed to be a bit more lively, his stare less blank.

It was working, whatever it was Miller was doing here. Slowly but surely.

"I think I'd just be able to handle the one, really. How do you even feed that many? Your life'd have to be... dog forever."

It was a lot easier to ignore the thoughts of remaining on the station being distracted like this.