Who's Jake. "Me too." Hershel answered, sitting down with his own tray. His nerves didn't make for much of an appetite but you sort of learned to have an appetite with this cuisine. "I haven't seen many people yet, besides Jake. He was hit pretty hard, looks like something similar to pepperspray or the like. I don't think it will clear out of his eyes for a while."

"Then there's the people who did this 'lessening' business, I don't know what to expect from that." He mixed his gruel around, staring down into it's lumpy depths. "I suppose it wasn't as bad as it could have been, all things considered, but still... after those rooms and all that nonsense with Calhoun a break would have been nice."