Doonoe would blink as the older man gestured to the one on the couch. Dead? Like dead dead? Was there any other kinds of dead? He would ponder this for a moment, not even noticing as another came into the lounge area. He hardly paid attention to what the two were talking about until he finally concluded that dead was dead. He would move closer to the dead man, giving him a long and close look-over. He'd never seen a dead person before, just sick people when the cold weathers came around. He wanted to reach out and touch the man's hand but something kept him back. Some voice in the back of his head telling him that if he touched the guy he would come back to life and try to make Doonoe dead.<br/><br/>So instead he turned his attention to the two talking men. He would move closer, fiddling with his fingers like a child who didn't know how to stand still. He would blink from one to the other as they talked, not really understanding why they were so worried about the warden and the staff people. They would come back, wouldn't they? Surely they would, he needed his medicine soon. He would blink as the other mentioned something about the food, realizing that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet and, responding as if on demand, his stomach gave a slight growl. Doonoe would blink down at his stomach as if wondering what had made that sound before glancing up at the two older men, like a child asking when dinner would be done.