"General knowledge," he admitted, but it sounded like it was aimed at himself as much as at the sallow boy on the other side of the screen. "Can escape holding cell, but city's no better. Just bigger."

He shifted in his seat, temporarily moving closer to the screen before he settled again, and while it gave no better picture of him it at least revealed the lazily swirling pools of black-on-white to be little more than fabric, covering what could easily be assumed to be human features.