To make the transition from sopping wet and freezing to something far more comfortable was an improvement on the usual switch from night to day, but also very jarring. Harvey woke up coughing, as if there was still some water in his lungs, but it soon became clear that what felt like a few minutes ago was more like a few hours.
He rubbed his hand down his chest and then up to his bandages. The water getting into his wounds had been intensely painful, but at least all of that had faded away by now. For once, he didn't really mind the fact that the staff had wrapped him up again.
So they had gotten through one so-called challenge down in those damn caverns, but Harvey had no idea if that was going to lead to anything. Had they actually accomplished anything by going through that free fall? It still felt like some ridiculous challenge that would have been required of a character in a movie, but at least they'd figured it out and hadn't ended up jumping to their deaths.
He was curious about what had come of that intercom clue, even though it wasn't something affected him or the people he worked with that much. For that reason he didn't make it a priority, giving the bulletin board only a quick glance over before he moved into the cafeteria.
With the way his wounds had been aggravated last night, Harvey couldn't say that he was in the mood to eat. Still, in case the hunger won out over discomfort as the shift progressed, he decided to get himself a plate of french toast. With that in hand, he looked around for a place to sit, and right nearby was Ryuuzaki, who was waving him down.
He was as good of a breakfast partner as any, Harvey decided, and so he stepped over and set his tray down on the table before taking a seat.
"Been a while," he said as he took in Ryuuzaki's face, and it didn't take a genius to realize that the guy was under the weather -- or worse than that, even. For once, Harvey felt like he was one of the few people who had dodged this bullet. "You caught the bug, huh," he muttered as he glanced down at his plate of food.
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He rubbed his hand down his chest and then up to his bandages. The water getting into his wounds had been intensely painful, but at least all of that had faded away by now. For once, he didn't really mind the fact that the staff had wrapped him up again.
So they had gotten through one so-called challenge down in those damn caverns, but Harvey had no idea if that was going to lead to anything. Had they actually accomplished anything by going through that free fall? It still felt like some ridiculous challenge that would have been required of a character in a movie, but at least they'd figured it out and hadn't ended up jumping to their deaths.
He was curious about what had come of that intercom clue, even though it wasn't something affected him or the people he worked with that much. For that reason he didn't make it a priority, giving the bulletin board only a quick glance over before he moved into the cafeteria.
With the way his wounds had been aggravated last night, Harvey couldn't say that he was in the mood to eat. Still, in case the hunger won out over discomfort as the shift progressed, he decided to get himself a plate of french toast. With that in hand, he looked around for a place to sit, and right nearby was Ryuuzaki, who was waving him down.
He was as good of a breakfast partner as any, Harvey decided, and so he stepped over and set his tray down on the table before taking a seat.
"Been a while," he said as he took in Ryuuzaki's face, and it didn't take a genius to realize that the guy was under the weather -- or worse than that, even. For once, Harvey felt like he was one of the few people who had dodged this bullet. "You caught the bug, huh," he muttered as he glanced down at his plate of food.