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[Inmate Filter | Audio]

As I doubt I'm going to be allowed access to the laboratory any time soon, would someone be so kind as to pass me a light bulb? [One item at a time. He's patient.] They check the common rooms now and I don't like begging for scraps for good behavior. [Because inevitably it doesn't matter, no matter how good you think you behave, people turn on you.]

[Private to Morgana | Audio]

How much have you learned about dancing since you came here?

[Open Spam]

[Lore is searching the hallways of the ship like a rat building a nest. He seems casual as he's walking around, but he's looking for anything- a dropped hairpin. A pencil. A piece of jewelry. A can of cleaner left out. Anything at this point. He's going to keep the irritation from showing on his face, he's just looking curious. Like a robot out discovering the world, or searching for friendly company.]

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[Ben just blinks at him for a moment, unsure how to respond to the first bit and then Lore is sitting down and the transgenic really doesn't know what to do with that. The question in and of itself doesn't seem all that strange to him - he's already been fairly open about the fact he's an X5, and he still hasn't quite gotten to the point he believes that wasn't something the wardens, at least, knew already - though use of his name makes him wary.

Ben knows the names of a lot of people he hasn't actually spoken to, but he got most of them from the network and from meal periods; he knows he's never given his name out on the network, and he doesn't know a lot of people. It's not impossible, but it's notable, and his eyes narrow slightly.]

My designation is X5-493. My series is X5 - I'm a transgenic soldier.