[ kaz, in general, does not like this place. he doesn't think it's necessary enough to say - the technology around him reminds him too much of the fjerdan tanks, of things that shouldn't be possible, but are. that, on top of a clear sense of being caged has him more on edge than normal.

which is about business as usual. kaz finds he likes the more unsettling sense of danger that having to deal with cities or warring people. the darkness in the corners of the room reminds him of ketterdam.

but then inej mentions the others, and kaz - against his better judgement - feels a tight, uncomfortable feeling in his gut. he thinks of jesper, then about wylan and nina and mattias. about the child they have in their custody, until he can find a way through that. the sensation of it all almost knocks him off stride, nearly. ]

You're talking about locks, Wraith. Locked doors. I'm fairly certain we're the most adept of our crew at besting those. [ wylan could be taught, he supposes. the boy is quick enough.

but inej isn't just talking about that, is she? and kaz lets his mind wander for a moment, his imagination picking up. ] Disease. Poisons. Military force. [ does she not remember the men who came after them? at the ice court? she wasn't in ketterdam for the queen's plague, she wouldn't know, but-

kaz feels his throat get tight at the thought, and immediately cuts off the line of thinking, turning a corner. ]

A grisha on parem.

[ he could keep going if she wanted him to. ]