"My name is Beyond," he says, completely straight-faced, unflinchingly calm despite both the unsettling situation and her obvious display of anger. It's not that he doesn't feel anything; the trouble is that he feels too much, the white-hot anger of injustice, running up and down his spine, all the way through to the tips of his fingers. He's just learned to keep it buried deep inside - abandon emotion, or at least make it look like the same.

"This may be my first time in this particular location," he says, glancing around the arena, "but I can assure you, I am no stranger to being meddled with."