[image description: cut-to: close-up of dhal, as seen from lucy’s point of view. he’s now wearing a yellow mask to match the stripes on his blue frock coat. behind him is a cable spool coffee table, next to that, the beat up couch, and on the grey carpeted floor in front of that, a video game console. staring at the off-screen maid with his eyes of crystal hue, the drummer of infectious waste stammers: “nothing. i, er, i was just admiring your, um. face mask.”]
