The strange scientist/janitor apparition broke Ezekiel free from his hungry trance. The man's appearance was so contradictive compared to the soldiers, it was enough to break the teen away from his brooding as well. Here was something undercover, off the records, as legal as a chemical weapon. Despite himself, Ezekiel was intrigued. And his way to redemption definitely passed through a project that will utilize his power for the good of his country.

He looked around the room properly for the first time. It was quite large compared to the amount of people in it, which made the orange jumpsuits stand out even more. These were his team-mates, he realized. Criminals like him whose usefulness to the state outweighed their crimes. Most of them looked completely normal, but then again, so did he. As he was thinking this, he realized his eyes were stuck on the back of the cat-girl's head, and it took real effort to look away, at the tables.

With comic relief deserving a pre-recorded clap, the silence was broken by an impressively loud grumble coming from his massive gut. Embarassed but well-aware of his body, Ezekiel quickly took a seat at the table in front of some harmless-looking food, which unfortunately was quite close to where cat-kid was sitting. He quickly spread some butter on a tosted piece of bread, threw smoked sardines on it, completed the sandwitch with tomatos and another piece of toast, and then was about to get up and get the hell away. Something told him doing that would be more embarassing though, so he sat down, threw an apologetic glance at Werekitty, and began eating the samdwitch with large bites. 

His eyes eventually returned to the scientist. For now, the complete and total lack of metal in the hall went over his head.