Ah, lunch. Mousse had been anticipating it, to some extent, ever since Byakko mentioned it. He was curious as to the nature of the meals and their quality, even with the assurance that they were of decent quality. He glared at his nurse as she led him into and explained the procedure, feeling quite annoyed that she was somehow involved with holding him cative and there was really nothing he could do to escape.

At the moment, anyhow.

Sandwiches weren't really his thing, so he instead took a bowl of soup and a glass of water. He'd start out small and if he found the food to his liking, he could always go back and get a second helping. Meandering around the tables, he took a seat at an empty table and wondered what the NEXT shift would bring.