[ Every detail--the way Koon breathes, the way his muscles tense just briefly when Lavi comes from the door, the quick show of annoyance--is recorded with meticulous precision, logged inside his head in a newly formed dossier on the other killjoy.

(Some day, at some point, this man might become his enemy.

-- no, that's not accurate.

He will definitely become an enemy, but rather or not Lavi is there and in the flesh to reap the rewards of that betrayal is another matter, so he watches, studies, observes. And he does it all from behind that jester's smile of his, unreachable and unfazed.) ]

Mice and men and all that.

[ An outdated reference, he's sure, but not one that he follows with any further explanation. The redhead flashes a good-natured grin, following the other killjoy's lead with a touch more caution. A quick survey of the submarine--particularly its lack of exit points and close quarters--dampens his smile, and there's a light hum of displeasure on his breath.

I guess that makes us the mice. How unfortunate, he thinks. ]

Oh well. I guess we'll be getting extra comfortable with each other, won't we? Should we sing songs? I know this one about a woman with..

[ He slides into the submarine without further ado, pulling the hatch closed after him. The vessel reacts automatically, programmed to carry them to their destination without user input.

Lavi doesn't particularly like that, and it shows for a moment, but he keeps his calm, slipping into one of the two available seats with a long-suffering sigh. ]

..great navigational skills.