There was a bagel looking at him. He swore the blasted thing had gained an invisible eye, located exactly in the center of the thing where the hole usually was. He couldn't see the eye, of course, but he could feel it looking at him. He wasn't about to be deceived by the thing that turned his stomach and set his teeth with the feeling of Plaster of Paris swimming past them like a particularly terrible cream cheese. Nope. He was not about to be betrayed by what he saw and what he knew because what he knew was...
Don't think about it Loch, he reminded himself sternly. Don't even consider it. There might be someone with Cerebro around here and they could be watching you to see how you react. Don't worry. It's fine. You made the needed arrangements before you left, set up funds and vetted everyone as meticulously as you could. How he'd ended up working here, he didn't know but that didn't matter. Loch had done his job. He knew he had. The bags that remained under his eyes were proof enough of that.
But...
But.
How could he be sure █████ hadn't ended up here with him? He'd worked so hard to ensure his sister would be safe and he'd arrived on that helicopter alone, but then hadn't everyone? What if she was here, beneath his feet in some cell too thick even for her to dig through. How could he know, without access to the cameras, the card swipes, the electronic fingerprints everyone leaves behind? How could he know, when he was running blind into a wall?
Loch tried again to empty his mind and fixed that bagel with a death stare he hoped would incinerate it like it was Alderaan. He looked, and tried not to think.