[ it seems that a mentat will be the one bumping into reid, actually. piter is turning a corner, glancing furtively around for any of the blasted little things that could be following, when he comes face to face with one that has devilishly outwitted him by zooming around the corner in front of him. it is a veritable pincer attack, with makeouts being flung at him from every side. nowhere he turns is safe. the thinking machines have bested him.
the heavy sigh he emits upon taking in the unwelcome visage of his fellow bubble-inmate is one of pure, exasperated agony. piter de vries has never before experienced anything so incredibly awkward as what is about to occur. ]