[ Covering up skin is hard when you're trying to be stingy with your Cover-Up mousse. Kieren's aware he looks... too pale. He can't exactly pile the stuff on, here. Not when he's got such a limited supply. At least he only has to use the stuff on his face, he can cover up the rest of his skin with clothing. ]

Yeah. [ His lips are a thin line, stood in a grim heavy silence for a long moment. He gets it. What the hell's any of them supposed to say in the face of this? Every single bit of this is just shit. He feels useless in the face of it, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. ]

It's— this is different, though. [ Not different in any kind of good way. Kieren shifts his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. ]

Were you here, the first time this happened? About a month ago? [ A beat. ] There was only one, that time.