Something had changed after he'd said that, but Crane wasn't quite sure what it was. He'd worked around other people enough to get an idea of when things might turn dangerous, especially when he was in a mental institution. The stare that he was getting wasn't helping it, either.

Crane began to reach out, but pulled his hand back after a moment, eying the fork. "What for?" He'd seen what certain crazies were capable of with simpler items. A person asking for his hand, while holding a fork, worried him slightly.