221 observed silently as the others eventually made their way out of the dining area, following the Vlad down a brightly lit metal corridor. He stood for a moment, quietly looking at the food laid out across the table. It took some encouragement from the guards in the form of a nudge from the butt of his rifle to get him moving along with the rest. He followed along like a shadow, keeping to himself near the rear of the others. As they each filed into the gym, 221 found a place not to far from the doctor near some lifting equipment. He didn't seem to show much concern or interest as the young subject was sent into a writhing heap from a guards tazer and dragged aside. 221 seemed more content with watching the automatic doors open and close as guards and researchers passed through.