Well that's one person who apparently doesn't think he's a goddamn freak. He'll take what comfort he can from that. And the food itself is not bad, really; the groats are delightfully familiar and the meat no worse than a rat bar. He takes both gratefully, dipping his spoon in the groats and having a bite. Ah ... tastes like home.

"There's enough warm bodies, at least," he says. Another small bite. "And we've not been starving. Things could yet be worse."