no self-control. none.
[After his trip to the kiosk, Moji was quickly whisked away to begin mopping floors around the prison. He hesitated when he was brought to the club - surely he was too young to be in there? - but the robots nudged him forward, so he had to assume that there was no such limit in this world.
A bit odd for a prison, but there you are.
So he's nearby, mopping away at the floor and showing no discomfort after having been at it all day. Feeling it, yes, but not showing it. He spots Cain and gives him a friendly nod when their eyes meet.]