"Heh, yeah. I've learned that lesson pretty well." He had spent five years doing this same kind of thing, after all, inactivity punctuated by bursts of violence and terror or scavenging for too-scarce resources. Granted, it was on a spaceship full of friends and allies and interesting aliens, and fighting giant carnivorous conquering space caterpillars, but it was at least slightly familiar. "And it could be far worse. At least there's some hope, some wriggle-room to get out of here, even if Landel has lots of control. It's a bad idea to let people have any opportunity at all, if you don't want them to take that and take a stab at their own goals." He held out the fork and laid down the knife, steak in neat bite-sized squares on Kenren's plate.