...Okay? Sure. Be there in a few.

[The sad part is he probably doesn't actually have a clue what she wants to talk about. But, all the same, about ten minutes or so and he's knocking on her door.]

[...Well that's rarely a good sign. He steps inside and settles onto whatever seating thing's closest, making himself comfortable, and shrugs.]

My throat's still sore, everything I eat kind of makes me want to hurl, and I'm tired more than I'm not. But I'm okay. So what's up?

[Yup, it's official; no clue.]

...What's to figure out? They've got it in for me, so they finally did it. End of story.

[He gives her a blank look, more than slightly irritated; why are you still on this, Lua? He thought you'd already had this conversation.]

[She may be trying to reassure, but he's only getting more agitated because he can't answer, not the way she wants anyway.]

I didn't though. I don't know what they did. I just know that one minute everything was fine and I was getting dinner, and the next thing I knew I was somewhere else and I couldn't fucking breathe.

[A pause for thought, then:]

It was like what got me on this boat to begin with, except on the inside. But that's all I know, I didn't see anything else.

Of course it's not true, how the hell am I gonna get booze right now? [He's mutinous, annoyed because it's a blatant lie, he couldn't possibly have been drunk, and he thinks over things and frowns.] ...He was there though. In the mess hall. He probably put something in it.

Yeah. He was like...gloating. Like he'd already done something. He wouldn't leave me alone, but he didn't actually say anything. And then he left. See? I told you he had something to do with it. I knew it.

Yeah, I was in a cabin after that. I'm assuming; it wasn't the mess hall, that's for sure.

I already told you, I didn't see anything. Not after dinner.

[He narrows his eyes, suspicious at the new information; it's news to him.]

...Who was it?

So you don't think he might've had anything to do with it.

[He'll accept that. Mostly.]

He was sniffing around about it though. Wanted to know when I died and shit. I mean, if he's a warden I guess that's normal, but.

[Doesn't mean he really wants to trust him though. He fidgets for a minute or so before hazarding more helpful information.]

Doc said it was a case of too much blood in my lungs and not enough in my arteries. Also that it looked like I was trying to swallow glass, which obviously didn't work too well.

[A pointed look; what kind of idiot do you think he is, Lua?]

No. Because there wasn't.

...What d'you mean?

[Calm and careful, like he doesn't know. Like there's no specific reason Jesse would be part of it outside of the usual assumptions and the pre-existing bad blood.]

It's always Jesse. He wants me dead, you saw it. Everybody did.

Well I don't know what to tell you. Maybe he decided to switch it up.

[He shifts uncomfortably, an unsettled smile quirking his lips. He knows he's not in the right here, not entirely, anyway, but he's convinced that was never as bad as it sounds out loud. Not enough to make him change his MO. Maybe she won't ask about it; he's hoping she won't.]

Nope.

[Argument, maybe, but that was only after; he hadn't talked to Jesse in a while.

There was that little thing with his girlfriend, sure, but no argument. And clearly that's irrelevant to the death thing.

But the fact that he's being so quiet about this, so unresponsive to the questions? He may have argued the incident away to himself as inconsequential, but on some level he does know it's relevant. He's being evasive whether he consciously realizes it or not.]