High risk, high reward. [He nods, goes for another sip of Blue. It is—warm in here, more than the rush of humidity right at the start, isn't it? He should have set that timer after all.]

I wanted it; I passed all the tests. I needed the relative freedom to do what I wanted to do without maximum interference from the Oversight Body, so — [he waves a hand in a little arc, like, tada-] Master Warden. I covered decent ground for a while.

[And aw, how sweet, all the pens-specifically-Jayce's (cold). He leans his other arm on the table and rolls the weight of his head into his palm, blinking a few times. Hmm, yes, hmm— that's alcohol.]

You think I couldn't make off with yours? You'd be surprised.