That was really taking it too far. Guy heaved out a sigh and set down his sponge. It was one thing for the man to assume that everyone who was different from him was crazy. It was another to start flinging around accusations like that.

"I didn't participate in the food fight at all. The second I realized what was happening, I made sure to get out of the room. Please don't lump me into a group like that." The generalization that was going on was honestly pretty astounding, and it almost made Guy wish that the man hadn't walked up to him in the first place. It was pretty hard to get to him most of the time, but he was actually starting to reach the end of his rope with this man.

So it was a good thing that the same officer from earlier in the shift suddenly stalked into the middle of the room and announced that their task was done. Off to the courtyard, then? He was glad to hear it; he needed some fresh air after all this.

He glanced over at the man, wondering if he should wish him luck again, but he didn't see much point. The man hadn't accepted the sentiment in the first place, and so Guy merely wiped off his hands and headed toward one of the doors that would lead outside.