Dion was puzzled with this new order to report to the doctor. He let his eyes wander as the women in the red suit left him and Ros to their meal. He thought to himself, "One day I'll get outta here, and girls like that will be alright." Dion gave into a brief fantasy.<br/><br/>"Now what the hell do you think that was about?" Ros said to Dion.<br/><br/>"Huh?" Dion snapped his eyes back to Ros. "I don't know, she said after we are done eating, so that's what I'll worry about for now. Sorry I'm not one for reputations, we're all here together ya know? So whatever you've done better not have been dragging me into it."<br/><br/>Dion slightly upset with his fantasy cut short turns back to his food set on finishing it. "You probably wanna eat to, looks like your arm needs some more strength." Dion stuffs another wad of whatever into his mouth.