Go on, Gyre, flip the bowl back over. The little black blob wants to come out. Fortunately no one is paying attention to it so it can't do anything where it's at.

It's Luka that brings the conversation back, and Seven's nearly about to drink their soup again when they have to consider the answer.

"Nine won't tell." They answer first, starting to drink down their soup before they answer the other musings he was sharing aloud.

"Before, yes, always bad here." They confirm a moment before they tilt their bowl back and empty it. Their soup is gone.

In the distance, through the open door, the faint sound of someone descending the stairs can be heard. Who's that?