Allen followed her glance. Ravi had arrived, it looked like. He was hard to miss with that bright mop of hair. But he was talking with someone else, hard to tell who with their head down on the table. He could always bug Ravi later, see if he was doing alright after last night.

"Yes," he agreed. "It's... a lot to take in all at once. I think I'm still reeling from it sometimes." He focused his attention back on his tray. There was still a surprising amount of food he hadn't eaten yet. He'd have to remedy that.

"There's something else too," he added after a moment. "Sometimes they take people from their rooms, just before night." He shook his head slowly, "I-... it happened to my roommate. I don't know what they did to him, but when he came back, he had bandages over his eyes. They'd... done some kind of bizarre torture, blinded him." Allen felt slightly ill at the thought of it happening to any more of his friends. "So... if... and I pray it doesn't, but if anyone comes to your room before night... put up all the fight you can. See if your roommate will leave... a message or something, so we know how to find you. I'd... I'd hate for anything to happen and... it's best to be prepared... right?"