L-U-C-I-F-E-R, Wrench repeats, then waggles his fingers. Like the devil? He almost laughs at that, and the small sound it makes he close enough to a cough that a few people might look in his direction. He's not paying much mind to the other onlookers, though. Right now the rest of the world is mere background static to something he feels totally immersed in. It's not often that Wrench feels this way, and maybe he's selfishly letting himself luxuriate in it a little bit.

Bay's question only needs him to parrot back the series of signs she's just shown him. That's your faction? It's as interesting to him here as it was back then: the idea of how other people live. Before, Wrench could go around peering into windows if he wanted to. He could read voraciously from every book in every library he managed to stumble his way into. But here, he hasn't found that opportunity. If there are books in Solvunn, he doesn't know where. If there are portals to the other factions, he can't find them. Means that this the only place we can all meet, right?