Ah. Well, if there’re any problems to be had, you now know where the rest of us are. Look, the turtles don’t mind you much.

[He can understand that. He can also understand that Kravitz’ best is not very good. No judgement, some people just fuck up their charisma rolls, he's in a decent mood so it's fine. Laurent watches the turtles circle them leisurely, and gently strokes a passing shell with his fingertips.]

What’s your name?