Dirk needed none of these things. He was just an irritable new tribute lying there hating everything and wishing he could just go the fuck back home so he could set things straight.

Instead, there he was getting stared at. By a little girl. What had his life become? He didn't quite know he was being stared at by a little girl at least, but he knew he was being stared at nonetheless, since he could feel her eyes on him.

"Continue staring at me like I'm a circus attraction, but I'm not going to do a trick."