Jack wandered into lunch, serving himself a generous helping of sandwiches and a bowl of soup. He hadn't been hungry at breakfast and now it was catching up to him, though given how many people he suspected wanted to beat him into the ground, he probably shouldn't have been. However, he was more than used to people wanting him dead and really, none of the patients here could rival some of the people he had already escaped from in his old existence outside of Landels.

Though he would need to give these people a run around they'd not soon forget. It's the least he could do for all the unwarrented crap he was getting. At least then he'd feel more justification for having his ass handed to him. Scheming, he bit into his sandwich and waited for hopefully friendly company.