"Hey! What're you doing here?"
Knives squeaked in fright and leapt backward. Boots missed their hold on the icy floor, sent him tumbling heavily to the ground.
Joey stood over him, smirking, upside-down. Knives took his offered hand with a bruised grimace.
"Sorry about that, son. You okay?" A nod; Joey left him to peer into Knives' current chamber. "Didn't expect to see you way back here. Where's your brother?"
Knives shrugged. "He didn't want to come."
"Pity. You picked one hell of a section to study."
Knives frowned, curious. "Who's in it?"
"Well, this here's my wife."