"I don't see a ton to like about our current crew." Jason all but winces when Porrim's next question follows, when she presumes that he was interested in this job and not just ruined enough to stoop this low. That he wouldn't run and keep running out of this disaster of a career, of a city, of a country if he had any say in it.

But he doesn't. Instead he awkwardly laughs, and it almost seems as if his teeth are fighting with his voice as it struggles out of his mouth.

"Probably the fact that I wouldn't be any good as a Stylist, although what I say, that hasn't stropped District Seven's Stylist any anyway."