[ Hei was dragged, quite forcibly, out into the yard a full ten minutes late for exercise drills. He's looking a little worse for wear, emotional, unwilling to comply and most decidedly sleep deprived. He's taking each prod of the electric rod with a grimace and barely contained urge to lash out although he comes close, shifting into a defensive stance for a full second before he tripped over his own feet, falling in front of the line of inmates doing their morning calisthenics.
Saya is gone and Hei just barely had time to lay her to rest.
With one last intonation to get in line and start working, the bot leaves Hei collapsed at the foot of the queue, holding his side and glaring daggers at the thing that had forced him away. It is... not going to be a pleasant morning. Help a grieving man up? ]
[ option 2:Laundry detail ]
[ after the spectacle of the morning, Hei is tight-lipped and quiet, shuffling along as he collected the bed sheets from the beds and gathered them up to be washed. He may be quiet, but he is not contained and after a brief moment leaning against the cart, he breathes a name, hers, and then shuffles along again.
To those working with him, he'll attempt to smile and keep the mood light, giving a quiet nod and a hello. And, well... if his hand happens to slip and leave a dent in the wall next to the dryer, well... Give the man a bone? He didn't mean to scare. ]