[ He shakes his head as an initial response. No, he hasn't heard the scratching— or, well. If he did, he only registered it as a trick of his ears, and not anything tangible in the walls. Paranoia is something new and novel to him, and it shows in the languid set of his shoulders, the unfettered confidence he seems to hold in the looseness of his posture.

His father is the god of the sun; Karna carries Surya's graces with him everywhere, so there's always bound to be a little light in him all the time. ]

The term they used was 'randomized'. It is likely that there are parts of the ship that still have power.

[ He's sure that that'll be better on everyone's nerves, to find somewhere that isn't quite so gloomy. ]

—Are things always so disorganized here?