Badou was having none of this depression garbage. Though he couldn't help but look for her one last time on the way out of the cafeteria, if Alkaid was gone then she was gone, and if anything he was just going to fume silently at being ditched in a hallway in the middle of the night by someone half his age. You grope a girl once, by accident, and she moves to a whole other institute. Great. Anyway, he had other things to worry about, so that little incident took a firm push out of his mind until he could actually do something about it - and he did plan to do something about it.

But not right now. His attention was otherwise occupied by Artemis, who looked just a little bit worse than he had during breakfast with the shiny new IV drip upgrade. Badou crossed over to him and leaned back against the broad window ledge. "You look like shit. What'd I miss?"

That was Badou, a soul of tact and comfort in times of need.