"I'm wondering how many of my tax dollars went into designing fancy suits for prisoners," Badd grumbled, not returning with his own name. With the resources Dr. Landel apparently wielded it seemed like nothing was impossible--if Badd was on the outside looking in the first target he'd hit would be financial records to see who was paying for this mess.

Up close the kid seemed older than Badd has first surmised, though to him 'kid' was still anyone between the ages of five and thirty. "You seem pretty upbeat about all this, did you hold down a janitor job before you came here?" he asked, making only the most cursory attempt at actual scrubbing. He doubted anyone actually expected the place to be clean, the important part was the punishment. It wouldn't surprise them if they cleaned the place to sparkling and were still harassed over a neglected dustbunny found in a darkened corner.