"I see." Either a criminal or a prisoner of war, then. Saïx wouldn't find either hard to believe based upon a quick evaluation. He closed his eyes and took another bite of the pot pie without making a face. Nourishment was nourishment.

Jack. A fairly simple name. It would be easy to remember. Though he had no intention of exchanging unnecessary pleasantries with this man, the Nobody assumed it would at least be wise to remain on good terms with his roommate. Allies would be a necessity in escaping this prison. He nodded, opening his yellow eyes and looking his roommate up and down.

"What happened to your hand, Jack?" he asked, attempting conversation.