"Yeah, this place is damned good at finding people from shit situations, eh," he said, rotating his pint in his hand, watching as the liquid came perilously close to the edge before flowing away again. Maybe it was his mood but something about its dark color put him in mind of the protein blocks and he suddenly had to blink rapidly, like that could clear away the association.

"God, thinking of home makes me want to punch something." He sneered. "If you can call it 'home.'"