He didn't know where he was taking him. To the locker room, but aside from that, fuck if he knew. He left that question unanswered, instead responding to Nate's attempt at attitude. "I do." Hah... hahah...

Ugh.

The girl said his locker would be the one that matched the number on his arm- he hunted it down, dumping Nate off on the nearby bench so his hands would be free. He swung the locker open, thankful that no leeches jumped out at him; nothing much else did, either. A jumpsuit, plasma cutter, a single medium medpack...

A fucking medpack.

Isaac laughed bitterly. Giving his only medpack to a guy he couldn't even trust? Sure, why not. It wasn't the first stupid decision he'd made, and it wouldn't be the last. He removed it from his locker, dropping it in Nate's lap instead. It wouldn't do much for him, but it'd at least get him to yellow.