That kind of optimism was pretty rare to see in the patients these days, and so Guy for a moment Guy just stared at Lloyd. It wasn't like his mouth was gaping open or anything, but he did have to smile at it. While he couldn't necessarily agree, because the rebel group had been around this whole time and hadn't seemed to contribute much, he didn't want to crush Lloyd's hopes just for the sake of it.

As for the clues, that was easy enough to explain. "Your roommate?" Guy asked first. "Is he sick too?" And if this roommate of Lloyd's had gone looking for clues last night -- well, Guy hadn't seen anyone else in that X-ray room with him and Claude. But there were all kinds of other possibilities. Maybe Lloyd's roommate hadn't made it there, or he'd arrived at a different time...

That was beside the point. "Basically, the first clue was a drawing of a stomach," at which point he paused and motioned to his own, "with a butterfly inside. My friends and I managed to take X-rays of two different people with different results, but either way, there's something inside the sick patients. The second clue was a little stranger..." Guy paused, figuring he would give Lloyd a chance to absorb everything before he pressed on.