John drifted across the open space, acknowledging Sam's observation and keeping an eye on George and the Doctor... and seriously, he needed to get a name out of that guy, because he felt vaguely ridiculous calling him 'The Doctor.'
Everything in the large room had an air of decrepitness, down to the very walls. Even the air smelled old. He was taking it all in when a bright spot on the wall caught his attention. It was a bulletin board, and as he drew closer he saw it had several pieces of paper tacked to it and a cheerful border, like you might find in an elementary school. There was a meal schedule, locker assignments -all their names listed, plus a few others, and minus George- office hours, and a few other notices.
"That is seriously disturbing," he murmured. Lockers and a schedule implied an extended stay and John was absolutely not on board with that idea. He turned back to the room at large. "Hey, anyone up for a game of pool? I've always liked pool, played with big, potentially dangerous sticks."