brows are knit in concentration, as if he is trying to solve an especially difficult puzzle. this whole place feels strange to him. skaikru tell him this once belonged to beka pramheda and he finds it odd it was never known to any of the clans until now. how much have they forgotten? how much has been lost to time? fingers grip at a metal knob while he contemplates this, hunched over slightly as he stands in front of a sink. roan lifts the handle up and watches as clear water pours out of the contraption and it is merely by accident he realizes the knob not only goes up and down, but side to side as well. head tilts when he notices steam beginning to come from the stream. letting go of the handle, he moves his hand to the water and quickly pulls it away again when he feels how hot it is. “ jok—? ”