[Just dumb, stupid bruising from a dumb, stupid room.]

Well, Mr. Enjolras wasn't in his right mind at that point. When he hit me he thought he killed me somehow, I think. [Then he said some very troubling, interesting things that Hershel planned on asking him about, if he could.

Maybe when he was done protesting, sigh.] A shame the cafeteria doesn't have ice. [And mentioning the cafeteria makes his expression darken a touch. Guess who probably wasn't eating much because fuck going in the cafeteria ever again? This guy. Smart choice.

He forces a quick recovery and turns to smile at Jake.] Jake, I thought of a puzzle I think you might enjoy, would you like to give it a try?