Kennedy was working with Clair on taking inventory of people's packs, not looking into them, just sorting them so they could be easily found. He was indignant at the sight of some belonging just being wrapped up in sheets, like a hobo on the rails,  presumably since the person didn't have luggage or a pack.<br/><br/>"What." he growled tersely at the guard he saw approaching.<br/><br/>The guard held out the two-way with a scowl. "It'll be so damn good to have your faggot ass outta here." He thrust the radio over. "Armondo wants to talk to you."<br/><br/>"You are so very capable of lofty thoughts, aren't you." Not one to shrink in the face of discrimination, Kennedy made sure he pushed his sleeve up to his elbow making sure his pride flag tattoo was flying free in front of the phobic bastard. With radio in hand, he turned away and pushed the talk button as he walked a couple of paces away.<br/><br/>"Armondo...This is Kennedy McLaughlin..." He debated on putting up more resistance, but would it be worth it? Would words change Hale's mind? Would anyone feel safe there again or just be waiting for the shoe to drop again? "Listen, I get it..." he held up a hand as he spoke. "Just let me help people get situated before this gets out of control. They're people. They're just scared..." he tried to reason with Hale's head of security hoping the man would see some sense in it. "This is just crazy."