"Huh?" asks Hiro, the first words he's mumbled since his untimely arrival. He stares blankly in Keene's direction, as if trying to puzzle out his demeanor, and thereby gain insight on the garbled combination of syllables he's distantly managed to make out. "You want some, or summat?" he asks, waving the spliff vaguely as he falls into step -- automatically -- beside the teflon-skinned PR flak.