This place was going to give him a damn heart attack one of these mornings. Of all the people in the world he'd never expected to be talking Byrne Faraday down off a high roof. To hell with this place, seriously.

Badd did his normal Byrne-head-check and then scouted the rest of the crazies. Who to be bothered by today...

Hm. Nosy bossy detective guy who'd made contact with the outside world. Badd had scorned him yesterday but he'd been grumpy yesterday. Today he was grumpy but on the hunt for information and that was as close as he'd get to sociable. Byrne had questioned whether he was truly going crazy. This guy might know how common the delusions were and if there was any way of getting rid of them.

Badd sat down next to him casually, as if he'd chosen the position completely at random, and began eating his breakfast.