Claude had a plan, and he had people to help him. That was as much as anyone could hope for, and more than Lloyd had at the moment. Not that he hadn't gotten help, first from Tsurugi and now from Claude, but his roommate was right. He should find someone to work together with, too.

"All right," he said. "I'll stick with my own plan, then, and I'll definitely keep an eye out for other people tonight. If we all work together, even if it's on separate things, we can beat this place. I know it. Just take care of yourself, all right?" He was still sick, after all. He worriedly eyed the other's plate, fighting back the urge to say something about how little the other had eaten. It wasn't really his place to say anything, not when they'd only just met, and the other man probably knew how much he could handle.

It still worried him, though. If he hadn't found a way to break out of this place before the next time he saw Claude, he promised to himself to try to keep an eye on him. For now, though, all he could do was concentrate on his own food and vow to do everything he could to get out of here and find someone who knew how to heal.