[ kiosk ] [ He doesn't care for the term 'inmate' at all, it's not what he is, not WHO he is, but L acknowledges there is nothing to be done for it.
Not now, not yet.
In the weeks ahead, he must concentrate on learning how to survive this fantastic underwater world of innocents, criminals, the naturally supernatural and everything in between.
Yes, thank you indeed, Sentience; and thank your programmers, too.
L shudders and prays he doesn't run into one of the many criminals he's incarcerated personally. Waving an unenthusiastic hand in the kiosk's general direction, L walks away, his dignity intact despite his fetters.
Voice soft and gentle, there's no hint of anger or malice present. ]