Kirigan has never come even close to graduating in the years that he's been on board the Clipper; he is more or less present, depending on the Assistant he's paired with at any given time and how capable they feel of managing him. He spends a lot of that time sedated in one way or another, and cycles between being too egregiously violent for anyone to approach and calmly, formally polite and social if still every bit as unwilling to play nice.

And he never plays nice with Assistants, only with other Patients. Those, though, he can be perhaps shockingly friendly towards given the givens. He sits with them at meal times and singalongs although he has never once chosen to actually sing; if his mind is clear, he'll interact with them between mandatory appointments as well. He likes speaking with others. He's interested in their lives.

All of which is to say: Kirigan and Da Qing have met. They've fought, and Kirigan has carried trays and shared food before, and he anticipates they'll continue to do so for some time yet to come. At present he is both blessedly free of the Nurse's sedatives and, for the first time in over a year, back in the black garments he prefers courtesy of his newest assigned pairing - and that means he is in a particularly magnanimous mood.

"Don't even think it, you overly precocious hearth rug," he offers, amused, from where he's sitting in a common area trying to read and catches sight of the feline making designs on his lap.