Lloyd blinks, puzzling through that thought. "Well, to make sure you don't escape?" At least, that's what he'd assume. Although... "Not that that stopped me from busting out anyway, so maybe they didn't watch that closely after all."

As the conversation moves on, Lloyd's expression clears up. He hasn't been in a play since he was much younger, and it had just been one of those things they'd done in school, but he remembers all too well the worst part about being involved. "You can go back and fix things you screwed up? Oh man, that'd make plays so much easier! I hated memorizing all those lines in school plays." Especially the really boring ones about poets and long dead countries that no one had ever heard of. "And no one would laugh at you for messing up either because no one would ever know!"

He hadn't really thought that anyone would object when he'd asked Bolin that question. It had been more rhetorical, his mind already thinking about what he'll need to do to get a place for his temporary stay. After all, why would anyone mind a couple extra people in a city this huge? So Bolin's warning makes him blink again, caught a little off guard. "The triads?" he echoes. "What's that?"