At least that got a bit of a Jono sort of laugh out of him, a glimmer of tangible amusement, however brief, as he bowed his head a little.

//I appreciate that, Emma,// he replied. //Not that I don't think you want what's good for me, of course. I don't trust anybody in there.//

Karla got to take a peek, just once. She wrote on the walls, even temporarily, and then he didn't invite her in again, either.

//But I'm no good to anybody, least of all myself, if I keep going like this. I get that.//