Also dealing with this latest Zoë issue is Lacy, whose sturdy ankles are trudging down the Athenian halls with a distinct lack of spring in her step now that it's all become real. Now that her friend is dead and also a terrorist bad guy. The staring faces of the kids range, realistically, from hate to intrigue to hidden sympathy, but nobody talks to her; Clarice watches from a stairwell overhead and wonders how she can use this since Nestor's hot ass didn't work yet. Clarice should give her some drugs. Lacy deserves some drugs today. It's been rough, but now it's over.
Keon Gatwick is a dreamy boy at the Academy, and a quite strong actor, and right now he is standing on the front steps, staring at Lacy. He's not quite aggressive but not quite friendly either; he could go either way. Lacy stops in front of him and asks what the hell he wants, but then mean red Prefect Caston from the pilot shoves past her and laughs. "So sorry. Be careful, Lacy. You might get hurt!" Keon goes along with the crowd; he stares back at her: "Uh, yeah! Like, uh... Like all the people on that train!" He gets the approval he wanted; hearing them chuckle his whole body relaxes. But he doesn't stop looking at her face until they've pulled him away.
Leno cracks a dumb joke about how Daniel is revising his autobiography from The Man Who Could See The Future to Wow, I Didn't See That Coming. The hysterical sheep laughter of his audience at this bad joke cuts off just brutally. It's creepy and echoey and perfect.
Daniel's sparring at the Red Gloves Gym, which is not a place for rich people, which is an issue we'll explore. Cyrus is bugging him about how the TV was all about his evil daughter and his crazy wife last night -- "I hate TV," Daniel grunts -- and how all the pundits are starting in. "Scandals are sunburn, Cyrus. They fade." Cyrus points out that sometimes instead they give you cancer, and Daniel laughs angrily. He continues to fight. Cyrus offers to call a Sagittaron PR lady named Priyah Magnus in, since their last guy never got replaced, and Daniel reiterates that he hates TV, as well as PR.
"Well, you think you do, but you don't." (But you know who really hates PR is your crazy-ass wife, apparently.) Cyrus points out that Daniel already plays the game, like we all do, in ways he doesn't even know he's doing it. Like he explains for e.g., as Daniel dismisses his sparring partner, how Daniel comes to a rat hole like the Red Gloves instead of using the awesome lab gym, and how obviously the reason for that is that he wants to appear "like a man of the people." I think what Cyrus isn't getting here is that it's more important for Daniel to feel like a regular human than to appear like one, and that's because he has no idea how far Daniel is from his actual life.