Not all bookworms were destined for the gopher life, on this day. If anything, a strict training regimen may be the least objectionable thing impressed upon them, from Ratio’s point of view; even the clothing provided, as scant as it were, at least offered the added benefit of functionality. An abandoned track jacket easily compensates for the lack of any other top, and the shorts… are passable, in length. If there is one thing being trapped in a mysterious prisonlike casino has to teach, it’s to accept whatever victories there are to be had.

The water is then similarly accepted, though G’raha’s comment earns him a look tinged with a disparaging air. A firm hand takes the bottle, and an equally firm voice follows.

“While reading is an admirable hobby, it shouldn’t come at the expense of your physical ability.” The bottle is pointed back at G’raha, its cap serving to punctuate Ratio’s words. “Are you truly content to let yourself stagnate as you run errands for the demanding fools this place passes for athletes?”