"You alright, Two...?"
“No…” He replied absentminded to Thirteen’s question, but revised himself once fully returned to the reality around him. “Er, I mean, yeah… I’m fine. It’s nothing. Just got lost in my thoughts there.”
The fox’s eyes flicked around the room, his body still edgy from the fading rush of adrenaline that still laced his blood. Eventually his gaze landed upon Three and held there for a moment longer than it had the others. It was then he decided who was going to be the first of his peers he would confide in. Of all of those present, he was surely the most eager to break out of the facility; or at least had been the most eager before Two had his vision. Not only that, but Three was the least likely to sell him out to the doctors or guards. Not because he was a Failure, rather because he resented the staff so much that he was willing to embrace the hardships of being one when he could just as easily be a Success. Whatever his motivation for doing so was irrelevant at this point, so long as he had his support and discretion.
Two lifted his hand in a casual friendly wave to Three, accompanying it with a matching smile. A polite gesture intent on averting any miscommunication that resulted from his lingering gaze. Now was not a good time to speak on this matter, but he would be sure to track him down in the immediate future.