It wasn't the Ritz, but then, Derek would've have been able to tell you what was the Ritz, so he didn't feel that mattered. Not being in a cell of any size was preferable in his opinion, and he'd take what he could get honestly. "Well, no one likes being put in a cage." He doubted birds liked it that much either.
For the mean time, Derek was fine with the minor inconvenience of a slight twinge of pain. He didn't covet pain, but the pain at least gave him a stopping point on when he did too much. The little holes would heal and he'd be thrown into a gruelling training regime. Which suited him okay, if it kept him busy and stopped him thinking too much on the ins and outs of this place, all the better. "I'll be sure to be fighting fit in no time then."
Tour or no tour, Derek had come almost directly from hospital, it hadn't exactly been fine dining. "When was the last time you had hospital or airplane food? That is not what I'd call nutritious by any standards. Just a nibble, shan't be long." He just really wanted something to do with his hands if he were honest, but a bar of chocolate or one of those cardboard like breakfast bars wouldn't be a terrible idea to make sure his blood sugar didn't plummet to his boots.
And because he was just that sort he grabbed a second bar of chocolate, offering it to Riley as he exited the Shoppette to resume the tour.