[He shaved very carefully and very slowly. The blade wasn't as fine as razor but it had an edge. The rasp of blade on skin was audible, but he was determined to remove the whiskers all the same.

Of course, having a target here was currently impossible. The sheer volume of interaction that had to happened compromised a situation where the Soldier had once been in their world. With a 'will', the Soldier had more than a few people that checked in and any targeting would be traced back to him. For now, he was intent on keeping his nose clean.]

I suppose you technically do have a target. The Admin or Eve. Everyone is searching for the center of the spiral, so to speak.