If he wasn't so familiar with these halls by now, Badou might have wondered if his nurse was leading him down some lesser-known corridor to finally do away with him in a way that looked accidental enough for the institute. (So something with teeth and knives and maybe 'this guy was such an ass' graffitied onto the walls in his blood.) Thankfully, after a lot of prodding the woman he suspected capable of gory murder, she'd informed him tersely that he'd been moved since 'Lance' had been discharged some time this morning.

Oh. Well. Damn.

Badou shut up after that. There wasn't really anything else to say. At least once he got inside, his roommate looked like a normal enough guy, so maybe he'd get lucky twice or something.

"Hey," Badou waved once before he set the tray down on the unclaimed desk and sank into the chair. He'd been pigging out all day, but he still had plenty of room to shovel gravy and mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"Gotta say," He swallowed. "I missed the food. I'm Badou, been here a few weeks... you gonna eat that pie?"