Well. Hadn't that been interesting?

Lust awoke with questions about the man who made her still circling her mind, but the chance to ask them gone. She had little time before a nurse was rousing her, the intercom still ringing in her ears. Both the morning and previous announcement. What had that been about?

Last night almost seemed like a dream, but the bandages around her right hand dissuaded her of that notion.

Poor Scar. Regardless of how he irritated her and got under her skin, she felt badly for the shocks he had endured. Though really, why couldn't he just open his mind and stop being so angry about everything? Anger wasn't productive.

She followed her nurse and listened with half an ear to the woman's idle chatter - nothing useful, as always - though was surprised when her nurse steered her in a specific direction once she'd gathered her breakfast, directing her to a seat across from an unfamiliar man.

"Why don't you sit here, dear? I'm sure Adam could use a friendly face, he's just newly arrived!"

And with that, Lust found herself abandoned with some poor new prisoner.

"What's your actual name?" she asked, without preamble as she took the directed seat.