Ethan hadn't really had any objections to going to the dinner the scientists were putting on. He didn't mind preparing food for himself, but when there was a lavish meal being provided and he didn't have to, why go to the trouble? Whatever would be served would have to be better than anything he could possibly make. When the time to go downstairs drew near, he dressed himself in slacks, a collared shirt and a suit jacket; the outfit was about as dressed up as he got, and he figured it would be fine. He hadn't seen anything about a dress code. He smoothed his close-cropped hair, glanced in the mirror one last time and called it good.
As soon as he stepped out of his room, he could smell the tantalizing aromas of food coming from the ballroom, and he didn't waste any time heading in that direction. By the time he arrived, there were several people in the room already, some eating and some not. He smiled ruefully as he saw that there were place cards at all the seats, although maybe he should have expected it given what Lina had told him about how the scientists had required journal posts to open the room doors on the first day. Control freaks, were they? Ethan didn't like that much, but he was already here in the experiment, so he might as well deal with it. He loaded up a plate and snagged a beer of his own, then wandered through the tables until he found his name. "Evening," he said to Katalina as he put his plate down, pleased enough to be seated with at least one person he'd met already.