"Uh, excuse me?" Jason asked, all humor gone from his face. This young fool obviously had no clue who he was, nor any respect for authority. The boy appeared to be shaking, clearly immensely upset from whatever had happened moments before, and it almost evoked some hint of emotion from his cold heart. Almost. But Jason knew better than to start feeling bad for a newbie who was breaking the rules. And he could benefit quite a bit from taking the side of the staff on almost any matter, he realized, if he played his cards right. Jason practically snarled. "Who says it's disgusting? I love the taste of metal in my mouth." It would have been a comical statement if not for the absolute menace that shone through his bright eyes. He looked downright terrifying. Taking a step closer, he gestured towards the boy, still sitting on the hard ground against the painstakingly white wall behind him. The vein in his forehead bulged and throbbed, and he leaned over the boy, attempting to intimidate him. "I'll think about answering your questions after you answer mine. Now, I asked you once, and I will not ask again," Jason continued, "Who. the. fuck. are. you." The words came out hard and flat, with a bit of rage seeping into each one. He was not in the mood to be screwed with. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alytra was rather taken aback. As much hate as she harbored for her good for nothing father, and as much of a bitch her mother could be, she would never refer to them openly as "a bunch of douchebags". The term just sounded.... dirty? Perverted? Wrong, whatever it was. She was also even more astounded by the claim that Ezra made next. "More than eight months? A whole year? No offense, but that seems impossible... I know everyone who has been in and out of here since I arrived, I swear it... Or, at least, I could have sworn... Longer than me? I didn't think that anyone besides... Jason... Had been here for longer than I have... That can't be right, can it...?" She couldn't stop searching, attempting to find a rational answer to what she had just been told, but she couldn't. Maybe, she began to fear, those drugs had done a lot more to affect her mental and biological health than she had originally thought... "Well, anyway," Alytra moved the conversation along, trying her best to shrug it off, "What do you mean? This?" She pulled at her own lovely purple and black locks, affectionately. "Like that as in short, or like that as in dyed? Either way, obviously, yes, they do "let me"... It's amazing what you can get away with around here, if you have the right connections... Speaking of which," Alytra began to recall a time where she had seen Ezra, not knowing who he was at that point in time, in possession of a cigarette. "Haven't you been getting some nicotine into your system, somehow?" She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head slightly to the side. Perhaps, she wasn't the only one using her looks to receive something beneficiary that wouldn't be provided by Dr. Remmington or the more nefariously diligent staff members.