Happy to hear her talk at last, he smiled a bit more and said "Ah, well it's a pleasure to meet you Gina. I am Michael."<br/><br/>Although she was terse with her words to a fault, Michael found himself taking a slight liking to this woman. That scared him. He had managed to keep his distance from most of his fellow patients here for years now. Only when it was absolutely necessary, or when he found a kindred spirit, did he open up enough to develop more than just a passing acquaintance with anyone. After all, he'd been here for seventeen years already. Every other patient who had been here seventeen years ago was either dead, locked away in solitary, or was just as lonely as him. You'd think that all that time together would cause bonds to grow between them; on the contrary, it only pushed them further apart. As every calendar page fell away, they fell a little farther into insanity.<br/><br/>Michael was unsure as to whether it was only his loneliness that made him feel a kinship with this young woman, or if she was indeed a kindred soul in this abyss.<br/><br/>Looking back at her, he nodded towards the tables behind her and asked "Have you had eaten today? Perhaps we could share a lunch together".