Gin dragged his slitted eyes from the unconscious lump that was L and shrugged at Nel's not unexpected question. He affected an expression of smiling bemusement, as though he had absolutely no idea what had gone on, or why, without sacrificing his usual mask to do so.

"Must be something in the water," he said, referencing the other instance of subordinate-on-Member discord a scant few weeks earlier. "I did hear whispers of an argument," he admitted, shrugging, "but I couldn't understand a word."

That, with these two, could mean only one thing.