Fayt's reprimand lasted right up until Albel opened his mouth a second time. He shot the other man a cocky look. "Jealous?"

They really couldn't last five minutes without antagonizing each other. It seemed to be written into their testosterone. Cliff decided he didn't really care why Albel was such an ass - he was starting to doubt that Albel even needed a reason.

Fayt cut in again and Cliff raised an eyebrow, slightly incredulous. He could just imagine the teenager trying to tower over the two of them holding a rolled up newspaper to go along with his scolding. Albel would probably bite him.

"You're pretty bossy for a teenager. Ease up, huh? You'll give yourself an aneurysm." Cliff sat, reclining in one of the single sofa chairs. So that was where he'd been? Cliff didn't really think the nurses would have let that go on but he let it slide for the time being.

Truth be told, he hadn't given the communicator idea much thought since the last time they'd discussed it. Even if they managed to put something crude together, he imagined this place was technologically advanced enough to block the signal. The replicator was a bit iffy too. "It's gonna be tough getting it all together. They know what we're capable of and they don't exactly leave parts like that lying around."