[Soleum plays along and Choi is privately grateful. He continues chatting with the kid, talking vaguely about work. How he's excited to go home, have a cold drink with dinner tonight. Maybe he can pick one up for him, too - does he like iced coffee? "Nooo!" he cries out in faux-disgust, waving his hand with the amulet. Despite being crafted for something thicker, it doesn't fall off his arm, clings tight and marks him clearly. Good.]

Hm? [He looks up when Soleum approaches, not having paid much attention to him in the past couple minutes. He stands up with a stretch of his arms.] Right, right. We need to get back, now I've got two reports to write up before I can get home... Oh, but you'll get to work with Baekho a bit after this, if you want to give your observations. Isn't that newbie the one you worked with before? When you were...

[He trails off, glancing over. The kid has his hands on the bike, dragging his fingers over the handlebars. The bike is so long and he's on the wrong side, so he can't disengage the kickstand, can't get the wheels to spin. Still, he tries, still attempting to spirit it away. Choi rubs his chin.]

What would you do, Agent? [he asks quietly.]