A delicate handshake, involving far more "hand" than "shake". [color=A2E2F5][i] Something white-collar, maybe? Best not to make assumptions.[/i][/color] Rob sat down again, Claudette next to him, and picked at the last crumbs of bacon on his tray. Rob wondered at her cool nonchalance--as though she were mingling with senators at a cocktail party, rather than making conversation over powdered eggs in a high-security mystery prison. [color=00acf5]"Hard to say. Were we chosen somehow, or do they just take anybody who signs up? Because if it's the first one, we might be doing some kind of work related to our skills, but if it's the second one, it's probably something horribly dangerous or unsanitary. Or both."[/color]

Curiosity got the better of him after a moment. [color=00acf5]"What did you do? Before you wound up here, I mean. Not asking what you [i]did[/i] to wind up here, 'course. If you don't want to say that's fine by me. Only you seem a bit... upper-crust for this sort of establishment."[/color]

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[heaviside]: "psychos"? whoa hold up
[heaviside]: reductionist language dehumanizes people, it's how the Foundation deals with their human meatgrinder
[heaviside]: only calling the D-class by numbers instead of names, like animals
[heaviside]: language matters, yo
[heaviside]: (and if ONE MORE PERSON makes a joke about my psychology degree i swear to dog i'll murder all you psychos)