[Even Cater startles at mild-mannered Silver’s no-nonsense put-down. At once, the Ginger forces his hands away from his hair, falling forward in his seat so he’s no longer in a casual position.]

Yeesh…harsh…

[Cater frowns, daring a quick glance at Idia before he looks over at Silver.]

Why does it matter, anyway? We coexist fine. You should’ve seen how little Idia looked at me at NRC. Compared to then, we’re practically BFF status.