Daemon took his bagged lunch from his nurse and made his way to the Sunroom. He still felt chilled from the previous shift outside, but the daylight had been nice at least. He grabbed a chair and sank down near one of the large windows, legs stretching out in front of him, ankles crossed as he dug into the bag to pull out a grilled cheese sandwich with a skeptical look. At least this was still better than the pink gruel, he admitted with relief.

[Calling this meeting of psychopaths and their redheaded boyfriends to order!]