Briar laughed at the easy stream of mostly unintelligible slang as he got up and walked over to the pedestal to look down at the screen. Party Poison did not seem like a very welcoming name, but the speaker sounded nice enough. And as someone who had once been named Roach, Briar really didn't think he had room to talk about names.

He responded with a grin, completely unperturbed by Party's phrasing. "Drugged with what? What's an automaton?" Briar skipped over the emotional baggage part. That, he was fairly certain he understood correctly, and he was no exception to the rule. "I can't bring anything anywhere till I figure a way out of this room. I'm picking up a decent amount of what you're putting down, but I could probably stand to pick up a bit more."