Sunny's head tilted a bit when he just saw a man emerge from between the tables. Was he lifting his pants..? It certainly seemed that way. What on earth had he been doing under the table?<br/>He laid down the eating utensil that seemed a bad marriage between a fork and a spoon, still wondering how on earth one would cut meat in a jail with those, while a brow rose slowly, mind leaving the utensil for now to focus on the redheaded boy.<br/><br/>There was something off about how the redhead moved. He seemed stressed under his calm and cheerful demeanour. He also seemed as if his intestines were giving him trouble in some way or another. Sunny couldn't quite lay his finger on what would be bothering him.<br/><br/>He didn't answer the question of the redhead. Of course he was 'new', but he wasn't about to underline this verbally.<br/>He also didn't move. At all. When the redhead moved so close that their thighs touched. Just his eyes. They stayed glued on him.<br/><br/>The second question did get a response, his head tilted to the other side while he studied Cherry.<br/>Why would the boy be interested in his hands?<br/>When he did speak, his words, as always, were laced with his Chinese accent, words close to being sung rather then being said.<br/><br/>"Explain yourself in greater detail. Then I'll decide," he said, low to not be noticed too much by the passing guards that even here wandered around "A name would be... nice," he added, ignoring the fact he hadn't given his own.