Not Danny. That...was a fairly obvious statement. Then again, this place seemed to mess up a lot of fairly obvious stuff, so he decided to give the guy the benefit of the doubt. "I didn't pick it," he said, indicating the now-closed door with a tilt of his head. "You can take it up with her if you want, but I'm kind of attached to my life." Shikamaru was pretty sure the nurse wouldn't actually kill him, but he was also pretty sure that she was the type of woman who could make someone wish they were dead.

He lifted his fork and watched the brownish grey goo slip back onto the plate with a wet plop. It looked like something you'd find at the bottom of a trash can that hadn't been emptied for a week, and he was pretty sure that even Chouji wouldn't eat it. Not right away, anyway.

"I'm Shikamaru," he said, turning his attention from the brown biohazard to the person across the room.