Upon hearing Lloyd accept the weapon, Claude offered a lopsided smile. "Hey, no problem." Patients had to stick together, after all. If they just left each other out in the cold, then they'd never find a way out of here. Not only that, but Claude felt like it was just the right thing to do.

He hoped Lloyd would give the knife back, though -- not because Claude was particularly attached to it, but because he'd rather see him do it himself instead of suddenly finding the item in his box, with Lloyd gone without a trace. Something like that had already happened to all of his previous roommates already, and it made Claude sick to think about.

When Lloyd continued speaking, he shook himself out of his thoughts. Although he knew the front door probably wouldn't amount to much, he couldn't fault Lloyd for wanting to start there for his own reasons. "Fair enough," he said, though he hadn't expected Lloyd to ask him to accompany him. Claude scratched the back of his neck.

"Oh, um...normally, I'd love to, but some friends and I..." Claude averted his gaze as he pushed a piece of chicken around on our plate. "Well, you might not have heard, but some people haven't been feeling well. We're trying to find a way to cure their symptoms before it gets worse."