I wore the badge even when I was not required to. It made the guards less nervous. It made the work feel ordered. I had come to record behavior and motor response. That was what the clipboard said. That was what I believed when I sat down. He took my finger the way a child does when it is tired. Not tight at first. Just enough to know it was there. The skin of his hand was dark and rough and warm. The nails were blunt and worn. There was no hurry in it.