"I used high-powered explosives in a rather small room; I'd honestly be more surprised if I didn't suffer a head injury," Devin says dryly, eyes narrowed in suspicion of her words. The trouble with his vision also suggests he'd whacked his brain against his skull fairly hard. It was well worth it.

"How did I get here? And don't be cute and say someone carried me," he snaps. This isn't where he belongs, and many of the kinds of places this might be are death traps.