Again, he felt the same way. But it gave him a terrible, sinking feeling all the same. The researchers were mocking, but they seemed disappointed at the same time. Whispers he'd heard from others, whispers he'd ignored, had bubbled to the surface of his memory, flustered and shocked that there'd be such emphasis on one's sexual history, of conquests...

Why? Why the hell were they so interested in that among everyone they'd pulled out of the wastes?

His heart was pounding, but his saving grace came in the form of his nose.

"I'll look into it after, I think... but I smell food." Did he? Smelled like a regular old sterile research center.

"I think we hang a right here. Maybe it's comin' from the vents from some kinda kitchen, or..." Now he led the charge, keeping hold of her hand. She needed to eat. She should eat before he would.

Wait, why did that matter? There wasn't a damn food shortage.