[He has no idea, but there's one way to check. The sound of a chair scuffing across stone follows, along with Kit's footsteps, and the creak of a window opening; gulls call, audible now as Kit leans against the window, looking out from the Gallows towards the rest of the city. No one could ever accuse the view of being a pleasant one, but there's still something kind of arresting about it.]

...I'd call it a little chilly, sure. [This, followed by the sound of Kit taking a drag off a cigarette, and exhaling the smoke out.] Y'know, from this vantage point, Kirkwall doesn't look so bad.