Daniel clenched his teeth and closed his eyes at the other man's insistence on everyone getting to know one another, but it didn't feel right. He was annoyed at his insistence, he knew that. His facial reaction to that hadn't been proper, however. Not because it didn't adhere to proper social cues, but because it didn't feel personally satisfying. Turning his face away, he furrowed his brow slightly for a second. Then, he looked to the ceiling and flared his nostrils, keeping his teeth clenched. That felt a lot more satisfying.<br/><br/>He listened to everyone as they introduced themselves, genuinely interested in the answers he himself did not want to disclose. When everyone had made their introductions, he felt a prickling feeling around his neck. It stemmed from feeling like everyone was expecting him to give his answer next, despite the fact no one had specifically asked for it.<br/><br/>He looked from Alexa to Mayeni before turning to Spencer. These were the first people he was meeting in his new life, as well as the first names he was exposed to.<br/><br/>"Yeah, we're going to be here for five hundred days," he finally said. "Gives us more than enough time to get to know each other, so I'm not sure what the hurry is."<br/><br/>The words has spilled out of his mouth before he really knew what he had been saying. His social inhibitions weren't fully in place yet; he had a feeling that he'd be blurting out things he felt strongly about for some time yet.<br/><br/>He looked down at the papers he held in his hand and in his mouth. The designs pleased him, but he was growing ever more annoyed at the need for emotional assertion some of the people were showing, and so he crumpled the papers up, past the point of recognition. He scanned the room for the nearest trash bin, tossed the papers inside, and picked a random hallway to walk through. He followed it, walking briskly to put as much distance between himself and the others as he could.<br/><br/>His mind felt feverish. He had a pent up energy he needed to expel, an energy born of some emotion he couldn't quite place. His breathing became harder and harder until he found himself punching the wall next to him. Once, twice, with both hands, until his knuckles were dribbling with blood. He put a fist onto his hand and licked some of the blood off, feeling some adrenaline rushing through him.<br/><br/>It was as good as he had felt ever since waking up.