Gale allowed himself to be lead to his 'designated patient quarters' without so much as a word, but overly critical eyes scrutinized the nurse the entire way. He made note of doors and hallways, laying out a rudimentary map in his mind of the areas and things he's seen since waking up in this so called institute.

Leaving Argilla was the last thing he had wanted to do, the tribe needed to stay together. But for now he'll comply, rolling the things she told him over in his head. They only raised more questions, gave him no real answers. She has been here longer, and he trusted her.

He eyed the food, unsure exactly what it was. It seemed to be meat of some kind, though he's never encountered it cooked before. Gale picked up one of the strange, yellow sticks and looked it over, then dropped it back on the plate. He was hungry, but he had no interest in food like this.

Especially after terms like " behavioral testing" and "rigorous trials" were being so casually used.