"I can sc--" Tavi starts, then abruptly shuts up as someone walks a little too close by for comfort. He eyes the back of the departing stranger's head in a manner that he hopes is surreptitious, then adds in a decidedly lower voice, "I can scowl."

(Byerly has his work cut out for him.)

"But--yes. What he said, more or less," he adds to Benedict, still whispering, then frowns with worry writ transparently across his face. "I'd hoped that he was still imprisoned here, but I suppose after six years that was wishful thinking on my part, wasn't it."