Locke mirrored his movement, going to sit on the bed he'd awoken in, though, without the gruel. He didn't know when he'd eat next, but he'd faced that before and it was a more comforting prospect than eating whatever that was in the bowl.

"Sorry; guess that was kinda rude of me. Locke Cole."

Between the name tags, the uniforms and the guards with a stick-up-their-asses, Locke was finding this place to be more and more unsettling. At least his roommate didn't seem so bad.