The nurse led Gin to a large, open area where a few other prisoners? patients? he wasn't sure, were sitting and eating. He watched the flow of things for a few moments before picking up a tray and following suit. A variety of food was unloaded on his plate, though he couldn't really say he was particularly hungry. He found an empty seat, out of the way, where he could observe the others. Most of the food was foreign and far too sweet or too greasy and heavy for first thing in the morning. Dream or not, it was all real enough right here and now.