"No." Teisel shook his head. "It was really bright in there, actually. The light was shining right in my face half the time." He felt sort of detached talking about it, like he'd watched it happen to someone else. In the corner of his mind, he wondered if that was normal. "But I was tied down, and she was always standing off where I couldn't really see her. I did see her hands a couple times, though." He'd memorized them. She'd hurt Tron if she could. Zex was squeezing his hand again, as though directing him back to their conversation. "She's probably wondering where I am by now. She shouldn't have to worry about me. I'm the one who's supposed to be taking care of her." He was getting depressed again. Funny how thinking about his single greatest failure did that.

"Huh. I never thought I'd have so much in common with a military type." There may have been some irony in that. Or maybe not. "I can't stay out of trouble to too long these days. Couldn't be normal if I tried." And he had tried, and he'd failed at that, too. Mentally slapping himself, Teisel forced himself to focus on what the admiral was saying. He'd have time to wallow in misery and self-loathing later. "Congratulations on your good luck, I guess." There were a lot of humans who were real jerks, too, but maybe Zex had managed to avoid them.

Teisel shrugged. Trying to figure this place out with nothing solid to go on was too meta for him. "If it's all backed by one guy, maybe he's just insane."

"Here's hoping," Teisel said, as businesslike as he generally got. "I've been here for days, and it doesn't feel like I've actually gotten anything done yet." Aside from getting attacked by a giant squirrel and half drowned and tortured, he really hadn't accomplished much at all. "I'm in..." It took a second to remember the little plaque on his door, which was embarrassing. "M95. You?"