Renji listened intently to her explanation. Why did people make something as simple as drinking horribly complicated? He got the straw unwrapped and had to shake his hand to get the little plastic wrapper off - it clung to his skin for some reason. When he cautiously poked the straw into the box, a little of the juice squirted out, but it just hit the floor instead of him. At least it still tasted like juice when he drank it. "Thanks," he said. "I don't think I coulda figured that out on my own." And he wasn't joking.

He squirmed a little in his seat again. It felt like the jeans were trying to crawl up his ass. He wasn't used to his clothes being that friendly. Even the ridiculous "uniform" for the "patients" was a lot looser than these things.