Even L had to concede that being in the situation with someone, even someone who was largely helpless to rectify it as he was, soundly beat being in it alone.

He could register the change in light, straightening and starting to scramble to his feet, but there was barely even time to react before it was pitch black, with only the comparatively feeble flashlight beam to illuminate their little rectangular cell.

Her seat put her fairly close to him. He raised his head when she asked a question that was, really, far too casual and general to really do the current predicament and justice.

"Did you really just ask me if the sandstorm was interesting? I'm scared, and bored, and that is the worst combination I can possibly think of."