.... Hm? Was someone talking to him...? Zero blinked slowly, as if finally noticing where he was standing and what he was looking at, then turned his head to the source of the voice, expression blank.

Oh... Apparently, he was being spoken to. By a young looking girl, another prisoner with...hair. Unusually long hair. About as long as his own, in fact. (Hm. How often did one see that?) He could have sworn he'd seen that hair from a distance, it being so out of the ordinary to see, but he wasn't going to think about where or when. Too much information he was trying and failing to process already...

... What had the girl said to him, again? ... Or did it even matter.

No, it didn't matter. Everything in him wanted to tell her to go away. Leave him be, he had more important things to think and worry about than meaningless conversation with a stranger. But...for some reason, he couldn't bother to say something rude. He couldn't bother to say anything at all, really. It didn't help that he felt like he was thinking five times slower than usual...

So Zero stared quietly at the girl instead, torn between responding or just turning back to the shelves and ignoring her. Either way, he wanted to be left alone.