The headaches were getting worse, but the ring still did the trick. Still, stumbling his way to the lockers wasn't fun. There was a buzzing in the back of his head that wouldn't go away, but at least he could think again. He could ignore it. It wasn't important. Maybe another stupid side-effect of the gravity couches. Whatever.

With his ring back in place, he found his usual corner and... did the same shit as always. Not like he had much of a fucking choice. He just had to keep hoping someone would show up, anyone, any fucking person at all from the facility. Preferably not someone he hated, but if they had a collar on, he wouldn't complain.

Unless it was Asura. Fuck that guy.

So this meant more standing in a corner and staring at people, dripping goo on the floor, and generally being a bit of a creeper. Nothing new here. Just a cranky-looking abomination of animals.