The sound of Felix' voice always made Kjolmar smile, despite their horrible location. He crawled back up and moved towards the air duct. The floor was cold but it didn't matter anymore. [color=00a99d]"Yeah, it thrills me every day."[/color] he joked about the tasers. 

It wasn't easy to make a friend in Thornhall, even mutants turned on mutants in here. Kjolmar had imagined at least a thousand different looks when he heard Felix' voice. He'd find out soon, though. The head of staff had decided the inmates should get out of their cells more in order to make themselves useful in the form of mini-jobs. Their injections would be doubled though, to avoid any problems with abilities kicking in. Kjolmar had been designed as the head chef in Thornhall's kitchen.  

[color=00a99d]"Fee?"[/color] he asked, a little nervous. [color=00a99d]"We're still one guy short and I will eat my own toe if they put that Russian guy in my kitchen. Do you happen to cook?"[/color] For Kjolmar, the issue wasn't so much about the meals, he just wanted his only friend to be around him. 

A grin appeared on his face. [color=00a99d]"I wish the guards would eat our meals, I'd put some soap in them."[/color]