Yagmur nodded. It was the answer he expected, but better to be certain. These bastards loved maximising drama and adding unpredictable twists and turns, and they might have changed the "abduct a couple schools" formula he knew the program utilised. Cheap reality show bullshit. Yagmur refused to believe this was the best entertainment humanity had to offer, and made this view clear with a judgemental growl towards the camera.
That out of the system, he turned back towards his new allies, managing to avoid both glaring at Lisa's body and averting his eyes too conspicuously. Looking them both over, the cold pragmatist in Yagmur thought about how this would provide a decent shot at surviving the early stages of the game. The stubborn idealist in him then shut the pragmatist up, with a reminder to avoid playing the game as long as possible.
Then Yagmur shut up his internal monologues with a stray friendly remark, his tone now relaxed and conversational.
"So, shall we open up that baconnaise and get out of this trashy shithole?"
Letting his allies walk down the stairs first as a polite gesture, he prepared to leave.
((Yagmur Tekindor continued in Boyhood