Even drugged, it was obvious to Harvey that this guy didn't think he had a chance in hell of getting out of here "before dinner." He automatically bristled at that, but if he gave it some thought, he had to admit it might be true. It depended on when the damn sedative wore off - and even if the effects were gone in time, he had to figure out how to go about escaping without getting shot with another dose.

In the end, the other man kept talking, and all Harvey could do was listen. While the nurse had also mentioned the name "Landel's Institute," Harvey paid it more mind this time. It wasn't much to go by, but if Landel was the name of whoever was in charge of this place, then it was worth remembering. (Though there was a good chance that the name only belonged to whoever had contributed the largest amount of money to building the institute, he bitterly kept in mind.)

When he heard about the doors unlocking, Harvey was immediately suspicious. That made no sense, and the most likely explanation was that it was all in this guy's head. On the other hand, if it was true, then that was his best bet for getting out, since he doubted any nurses would be breathing down his neck after hours.

Of course, as the stranger went on to mention test labs and monsters, his story lost more and more weight, but Harvey was just going to have to see for himself.

Harvey didn't turn his head when the board was pointed out; he'd already seen it and decided it was a waste of time. The possibility of maps made him more interested, but once again, what were the chances that they were accurate? Though he forgot all about that when he heard the stranger's last comment.

"How do I get armed?" he immediately asked.