As the intercom switched off, Dick bit back mouthing off at it. He really thought it would make him feel better but he wasn't about to jeapordise the change of a little recon. The 'intensive' methods sounded more promising as a lead, as well. At least he knew a lot more than he had when he had woken up, thanks to Alfred. As much as he hated to let him out of his sight while knowing he was in danger, he knew he could take care of himself and the quicker he got to the bottom of this then the quicker they could find Tim and they could get everyone out of here. He'd put up a note for him on the board tomorrow. There was also the question of Jason but Dick wasn't sure what to do about him. Since his unexpected return, he had caused havoc where ever he went but even Tim had believed in giving him a second chance or he wouldn't have freed him so he'd have to deal with him too.

Being shown back to his room with the likely-to-be-drugged food, he found himself looking at what he assumed was either a wanderer (not likely with the assumed set up) or a roommate, which was much more likely. The unusual thing about it was that he seemed to be sitting on a bunch of clothes and holding a piece of metal. Judging by the look on his face, he wasn't looking for a fight with it so that was something. He'd take what he could get. With raised eyebrows, Dick looked him over to see if he was injured. He didn't seem to be.

"Are you okay?" He asked, trying to keep the tone light. He didn't want to give away more than he had to, considering they - or should that be a They? - knew his name already and that was an advantage he didn't like at all.