Sounded about right. Rank + privileges was pretty average. Sam did consider that maybe the soldier had gone easy on Sora because Sora was younger. He couldn't imagine all of them being completely heartless, but he wasn't naive enough to rule it out, either. Besides, he wasn't sure whether he was supposed to take these soldiers as actual people or if they were something else. The brainwashing thing was straight out of sci-fi, but it seemed real enough here, and it didn't have to just apply to the patients.

"Keeping your head down does sound like a good idea," he agreed. It'd probably be harder for some than others, though. Harder for most, even, because he'd figured out pretty quick that a good chunk of the people pulled into here weren't exactly the type to do as they were told. Hell, even he was finding his patience fraying, if he had to be honest.

He shifted along the floor. Man, this was some bad planning. Like, logistically speaking. People were gonna just keep stepping into each other's newly cleaned areas. He knew cleaning wasn't the point, but still. There should've been a system and the lack of one bugged him in that irrational way.

He started to say something else when he saw Sora's beret start to tilt again, the way it'd been doing this whole time.

"Oh, hey—" He reached up and pushed it back into place before it could fall right off. He hadn't missed the soldiers getting on people's cases about the state of their uniform. "Your hair really doesn't like being covered, huh?"