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Since he received a response, Kellen seems to assume that his presence is welcomed and makes himself comfortable, scooting back on the desk (with little consideration for the stacks of books he has to nudge out of the way with his hip) and hooking the heels of his unlaced boots on the edge of it. He's quite glad that Kyle's trained to translate already, because none of that would have made sense. As it is, Kellen still looks a little bewildered.

"They vacuum seal them before they die? Like, shrink-wrap?" He squints an eye in confusion, or maybe to avoid the smoke from the cigarette that hasn't been moved from his mouth. "Where the hell do they do this?"