[kaz doesn't talk to despair straightaway. actually he just blows past him at first, taking the explore advice to heart.
and after he's explored, and explored, and looked around, and bemoaned the shitty clothes, and the tasteless food, and the garbage beds, he trudges downstairs to the horrible common room, and collapses on to a couch with a moan of misery. kaz kaan is dead, kaz kaan is hungry, kaz kaan is tired, and most of all, kaz kaan is utterly bereft of fashion.
there's another few moments of him processing this, before he yells at the top of his lungs:]
Grell! Truly awful robot! We really need to talk, so... get over here!
[sure, he could FIND them, but he's a sloth pick for a reason.]
W1 SUNDAY NIGHT — ACTUALLY THE DEAD ARE GONNA TELL TALES
and after he's explored, and explored, and looked around, and bemoaned the shitty clothes, and the tasteless food, and the garbage beds, he trudges downstairs to the horrible common room, and collapses on to a couch with a moan of misery. kaz kaan is dead, kaz kaan is hungry, kaz kaan is tired, and most of all, kaz kaan is utterly bereft of fashion.
there's another few moments of him processing this, before he yells at the top of his lungs:]
Grell! Truly awful robot! We really need to talk, so... get over here!
[sure, he could FIND them, but he's a sloth pick for a reason.]