On the contrary, Rutile has been quite sternly escorted into public-friendly areas of the Core, and hovers near the door of the visitor's center oblivious to the low levels of activity surrounding them. They are not quite pacing, but it is clear that they are incapable of standing still, preoccupied as they are with their own internal monologue.

Because of this they hear Padparadscha enter before they see them - their heavy footfall, the clink of their hair - and glance up in haste. In the half-second that they pause to meet Padparadscha's eyes, distress is hidden in their narrowed eyes and the curl of their lips. Then they rush over to meet the other gem.

"Padparadscha," they say - and to their credit, their tone is clipped and clinical. "The thing that powers this city. It's a gem. Did you know that?"