Of all the places on board where he feels uncomfortable, he has the hardest time figuring out why the art gazebo does it to him. He starts testing himself, almost, the way he does when he's near the infirmary, prodding at the empty spaces that bubble up to diagnose what he's not feeling.

David picks up a paint brush idly, turns it over in his hands, and tucks it into the back pocket of his jeans. It would be decent for a one-strike shiv, with some work.