Warner pursed his lips, opening the door and looking in. Zad was there. He was sitting at his desk, completely still as if he were made of stone. "Oh. He's doing that thing."
Warner looked at her curiously. "What? No. He just does this thing where he retreats inside his own mind, or something to think or whatever. He explained it to me once but I forgot."
She still looked concerned, approaching Zad slowly. "I think he might be sick. He wasn't acting himself earlier."
