[Palamedes considers; ordinarily that would just be a turn of phrase, but... could someone have eyes put on the back of their head, in V's world? Mechanically?]

I suppose if you never saw them, she was brilliant at subterfuge. Besides telling everyone about it, that is.

[Haha. He grins, then shrugs; who knows! Then he goes a touch more somber, looking out at the rest of the field, thinking about it. Thinking about all of these people, the visual evidence of all the connections he and his have made here, even in such a short time - eyeballs are strange and unsettling, mild even, but, hmm. Other times...]

You're right, though; anything could happen, which is hardly reassuring. But look at this - everyone here came to support each other, even if they said it's for the fireworks.

[Ah, he's going to get sentimental about friendship. Ha...]

Well, if you'll forgive the gross optimism, I've been feeling confident about being ready for anything lately, thanks to the company.