The prince breathed deep as his footsteps clacked in the cold metallic feeling of the facility. It smell to oil, cleaning products, metal, human misery and broken dreams. Not a few hours ago, he had been enjoying lobster and some fancy drink worth an entire's planet gross domestic product. Some sort...of last meal for those about to be sentenced to death. Except his had been swapped by this droll... situation. The twins that had been beside him felt...off putting for some reason. He gathered resolve, as he looked at the lieutenant.

His hand raised at his forehead, a salute respecting a superior. Something he had never done before, but never too late to ever learn it properly. "Lieutenant, sir." He said, in a calm softly, and ceremonial manner. "I have two questions. Will you personally be able to coach us in catching up, do we have to rely on our seniors, or we are on our own." Astolfo said, before not missing a heartbeat. "And... are the showering facilities mixed? I have this inkling of curiosity, lieutenant, sir."

The prince said, his expression neutral. [i]Catch up lessons after being discharged from heavy hospitalization isn't very fun. Maybe I can find a senior with a big rack who will take pity on this poor soul and make the meantime much more bearable.[/i] The prince thought, still standing firm.