"Huh. Damned bars. Just hot enough to grill chicken, but do they leave us with chicken? Nope, it's beef. That right there is a mind game." He  sighs, and turns his attention to monitoring all the others as they try so desperately to escape. He would have tried harder, but something he heard over the announcement made him want to conserve his strength.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I've been dethroned. Sad day, that." He says, somewhat sarcastically. He motions Red over to join him; he was worried about her the most, out of them all.  He was glad he had had the spare 'meal bars' in his backpack; though for now, he keeps his possession of that food item to himself. No need to go announcing it, when he--or his friend-- might need them down the road. "The Voice said that for tonight, we're stuck here, right? So we might as well conserve our energy." That was primarily meant for Brad, but he was directing his words to everyone.<br/><br/>He took his backpack off of his back, and rummaged through it a bit, producing a deck of generic cards. "Anybody up for a game to pass the time?"