"Have I annoyed you sufficiently that I can sing without reducing you to tears or are those not on the same axis somehow?"

"You still sound like him."

"We can go outside, it's fine."

"Should anyway, if they're getting Valar -"

"Yeah." Lean.

They go outside.

"Do I too, or is it an Elf thing."

"If you sing I probably won't cry."

"I sang a bit before we came down, it was all right."

"I'll tell the other Elf mes, then, that they shouldn't -"

"And Findekáno."

"The one you met is the only one here so far but if we run into any more I will tell them also."

"Great."

"If interactions with people who don't look like and aren't alts of anyone you know are preferable there're Singularity Elves outside. Or you could sit in on daeva interviewing."

"I'll take that under advisement."

Sigh. 

Sitting. Staring.

After an hour or so a car will come zooming into the room, and then a small child will come toddling after it.

"Hi," he says to Kib. "I'm the Maitimo called Mingling because there are a lot of us."

That's a thing.

"His name is Kib," Timothy volunteers from over where he is reading.

"Thank you!" he says, and retrieves the car which has run itself into the wall. "You look like Cam but not a demon," he tells Kib.

"Yeah."

"...are you okay?"

"No."

"Do you want the car?" He offers it. "It's named Cadillac."