At first he balked, wondering how to even broach the subject of what had happened. But he saw no reason to dissemble: She lived in Pax and clearly knew what had gone on there, and so had no cause for disbelief. His experience was no stranger than every floor turning into a world history exhibition, at least. "I'd be curious to see the pictures when you get them," he said, his voice hushed and soft. "The eleventh floor was really..." He drew a deep breath, shaking his head. "Everyone complained about the smell, but honestly I didn't notice anything unusual. My friend and I spent almost the whole day up there, just kind of hanging out. It just felt... right." A secret little smile crossed his lips; he lifted the empty espresso cup, tipping it toward Dorcas. "Caffeine doesn't do anything for me," he explained. "Alcohol or drugs either. But whatever was in that keg got to me, and quick. I still don't know why."