[Hello there. Giorno watches out of the corner of his eye as he goes down, scoots a little closer once he's settled, even though he stays sitting up himself, arms wrapped around his knees. He can taste the salt in the air for the first time since he got down here, now that he's tired enough and the anger's worn off.]
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Tower of Gray?
[He's curious. Tired, but curious.]
. . . Kakyoin did something scary, I bet.