Well. Signless's eyebrows ascend slowly but surely into his bangs as Linden puts on his display, and then finally flick from the burning mess in the trash can to Linden's face when he speaks. It's a familiar face -- he remembers Linden from the staff retreat, and of course he's seen him around the tower and in the news. He gets halfway through putting what is now the last remaining copy of Celebrus back on the rack before he reconsiders and tosses it into the bin along with the rest. Even a small show of solidarity might go over well.

"One has to find outlets where they can, I suppose," he says, careful not to let his gaze linger too long on the alcohol or the cigarettes. It's not really his place to comment on that. Everyone survives as best they can here.

"I personally try not to do things I have to get away with."