Len stands painfully still throughout the process, exhaling and inhaling too carefully and measured to be natural. He's leaning against a wall on the side not currently being operated on, holding one hand clenched in a fist and the other making sure Shion has a large enough canvas to work on.

"Makes you wonder if - if anyone here doesn't know how to read." He jokes, breath hitching once in the middle.

"If they really check to see you're not just carving 'ice cream' or something there."