"Once a month..." Okay so a fairly high level of paranoia then. Maybe not as high as 'everyone's voting someone to death every 0-3 days' but while just a twenty-four hour extension on that had once felt like everything, once a month still isn't something he's relaxed about. Especially since no-one has to play by potentially-exploitable rules, and he knows so little off the bat.

He buries the lower half of his face in his scarf, mind whirring. Just his luck to arrive on the start of one. When he looks up his face has a smile on lock. "Well, thank you for telling me."