Goodness, look who's here! Badri may have mentioned to some of the numbered he met selling ice cream that he'd be coming, but they'd be forgiven for assuming he'd flake out. After all, he seems to be the spaciest and least reliable doofus to have ever lived.

Still, here he is! Munching away on a family-sized bag of Doritos, by all accounts. Noisily. He's approaching people he recognises as Numbered here and there to strike up conversation - try to avoid him spraying chip crumbs all over you, guys, he's not good at the whole don't talk with your mouth full thing yet.

"It's called Refined Shell, you know." Munch munch munch. "Or that's what they told me. The crab thing."