When the other two were with him, Benjamin started walking towards the dining hall. He noticed the patients ahead of them were chatting about something, but he couldn't hear what they were talking about. Not that it mattered either, he didn't try to hear the words they spoke to each other.
Truthfully, he wasn't particularly looking forward to the lunch, but it was better than being hungry. As always it would be a warm meal, logistically it was easier to serve the main course at noon instead of in the evening. But the meals here seemed even worse than the standard hospital meals he had had when he had been admitted to one.

"You look worried," he said to Sara. "Were you supposed to be there already?" He put a hand on her shoulder. "Let's do what you suggested, I came to you because I saw something and you took the time to explain to me there was nothing there. That way the fault lies with me and you did your job."