Linden snorts a chuff of brief, humorless laughter at the description. He can't exactly disagree with that. "What do you mean? It's a spectacle, especially if you're in the way or a target," he adds derisively. When he holds contempt for someone, he's pretty blunt about it, and doesn't dance around it or mince words.

"I don't know what he's doing," Linden says, frustration clear in his tone. "He did bail me out, dressed like a chunk of pyrite. It's not the first time he's done that for me, but the first time I've seen him looking like that at 10 in the morning. Doesn't he know how this District looks? I'm not saying that he should shoulder all the burden of keeping us afloat, but... damn it, this isn't the time to abandon ship completely. I can't do this while I'm in recovery; as much as it stings to say so, I'm a better and far more stable Mentor on Morphling and this District needs some stability, so."

Wry laughter.