"They might tell you afterwards?" It might help if John paid attention to these things, but he doesn't. Not really. The chronically paranoid part of him always spurs him on to keep track of what Zenith might be doing at any point, but their AI assistant is quiet and unintrusive. Easily forgettable.

"In this cold? Just get a sweater mate. Who knows where we might end up next." The season for awkward, gaudy Christmas knits is over, if that's what he's worried about.