[Liem watches belligerence melt into confusion, and then shift to brittle embarrassment as the meaning behind his observation sinks in. He doesn’t so much as twitch an eyebrow as the young man turns, strips off his sweater, and proceeds to shake the worst of the dirt from it. It would probably be worse, he thinks, for him to acknowledge the sudden awareness Stiles seems to gain for the state of his clothes. Liem had assumed that he must already have known the kind of state he was in, but perhaps he’d been underestimating how frazzled the young man was.

Certainly the switch in focus has had a marked effect on his demeanour. Liem’s intention hadn’t really been to get him on the back foot, but he does prefer this to being a convenient target on which the teen might blunt his temper.]

I can give you some context. This is the second world I’ve been brought to that’s been perched on the edge of existence, so I’ve some experience, even if I have been here less than half a year.

[He doesn’t have the same experience with Kenos as Springstar locals who have lived here all their lives, but perhaps that’s a blessing in this circumstance.]

What are you wishing to know?