"Oh, yeah... being walked from your featureless white cell to a room where the sat you down in front of a computer all day to do their dirty work for them until they decided you just couldn't type fast enough for their needs so they march you down to a sterile room and cut you open..."
He stabbed at the lettuce on his plate and the little robot under his sleeve moved a bit, letting out a 'soothing' series of electronic fuzz.
Doug sighed and murmured an apology to the thing, "I don't blame you, Warlock..."
He turned his head back to Lorna, "And Warlock's right... I'm not mad at you... It's just... knowing that you aren't worth drugging because you're no challenge to them really doesn't make actually getting to walk around in that place seem any better than being stuck in a cell all day. It was just a different kind of prison."