Seth stared at her for another moment before he sat down, a quick movement to the chair across from her own. Leaning his elbows against his knees, he took off his sunglasses.
"They can't keep us here. How does this...this doesn't even make any sense." He was beyond frustrated. He couldn't imagine how he'd feel two months in. "I haven't talked to many others. I guess I should. Figure out how people got here." Not that it matters. What are you going to do? Help them?
Suddenly, it was like a switch flipped and he straightened up, sliding his sunglasses on before he swept his legs up and rested back on the chair, staring up at the bright sky.
"Could be worse, I guess. Three square gourmet meals, alcohol and company. Not the worst prison I've ever heard of."