Anthony gave a little smile, it was the best he could conjure right now.
His own stomach gave an involuntary lurch at the image Neville had just put into his head. Oh, no, that didn't sound fun at all. But then, Neville had stollen the key and Anthony really did smile. "Really?" The smile, obviously, didn't last though. "I f-feel like a p-prisoner." Which in a way, he was. He didn't want to be locked in Quarantine, but they refused to let him out, going so far as to lock him in. It was as if they believed that he had killed Sorin.