The coffee actually smells really nice, which Jedao knows is a filthy lie after he was tricked into drinking coffee by his last warden, but he nods politely anyway, one hand on the wall while he tries to recalibrate his balance.

"Thank you," he says, sounds just a little bit formal, his accent more curtailed than usual. His eyes skim around the room, putting the pieces of the lie together, wondering how the hell it actually fits. But he keeps his questions between his teeth for the moment, manages to step-bounce gingerly into a padded chair.