Sinric follows Clay, keeping his head up and his face a pleasantly friendly mask. He takes in everything without showing any sign that he's seeing it for the first time.

As they step outside, he takes in deep breath - tasting the air, feeling the different quality of the sunlight, admiring the trees and the grass. Just a stranger admiring the beauty of the day. Only Clay could know how deep that appreciation runs.

A Frisbee lands at his feet and he stoops to throw it back, covering his mouth to keep from laughing as the curve of it soars in the wrong direction. He calls out an apology and gets jeered and teased light-heatedly in return.