When the guy sighed, Uryuu noticed without comment or change in expression. As long as he got the desired information, the feelings of the source didn't matter. If forced to posit a reason as to why, he'd have attributed it to either his overly direct, even rude approach. Though, the similarity of Mason's reply made it unlikely that he'd taken offense.

The explanation thus far was less that and more an introduction; Uryuu had enough patience to allow it, ingesting the previously speared apple in the meantime. Fruit for breakfast, or breads, or sausage and bacon. Not a fish or bowl of steamed rice in sight. Fruit, hopefully, would be harder to drug; water as well. Taking a sip, he noted that like with the faucet, it tasted... well, like water.

"You mean," dripping sarcasm, "madhouses don't usually open the doors at night? The flashlight was a nice touch." His voice returning, now, to a level near-monotone. "The hospital smell combined with the lack of monitoring machines, again, told me that last night. Does everyone have a different name? Is this earth?"

There were too many questions, and too many places from which to begin.