"You know, you actually kinda look like a--" started the dupe, but he was interrupted by the sudden presence of Prime, who'd seemingly popped up out of nowhere. It was part of the noir mystique, after all, right there in the handbook underneath wisecracks and a distinct lack of crying.

"Around," said Prime, answering Layla's question, since the dupe had failed to do as much. He looked, for a moment, like he wanted to shove his hands in his pockets to affect his desired nonplussed air, but was prevented by the fact that he had no pockets. He settled by folding his arms over his chest. "Where's Doom?"