Mason was definitely the kind of person who spoke up and made waves when he felt that waves were appropriate. He didn’t regret his line of questioning in the slightest but he did sort of feel guilty that Dove had been dragged into this mess and clearly it upset her way more to think that there was the possibility of only partially segregating abilities.
“Preachin’ to the choir, mate,” he tapped ash off the end of the cigarette and put it back between his lips. “Too many people here think this place is a fucking godsend and it’s really not. It’s some fucked up Orwellian shit, right here.”
He tilted his head, “You got any idea where we can go that we get something akin to privacy where no one’s gonna fucking listen in?”