A cold breeze hit Senka as he realised he no longer had a shirt on, he sat up rather quickly and looked to his body. Bandaging covered his right hand side, all stitched up by the tight feeling he was getting. His right foot was binded with an ankle brace, apparently he had dealt some damage to ligaments in his ankle. Whereas the three broken toes he had, they could do nothing about but give him some painkillers. The flesh that had been torn was just taped over, perhaps shallow enough for them to consider it inconsequential. "Yeah, fine", he felt he should be a little bit more considerate and yet he found he could not give a flying fuck what this guy or anyone in this little death camp thought of him. Senka swung his legs off the side and proceeded to bite his tongue as the blood rushed to his toes.
"Am I fine to go back to the cell now?" he asked rather monotonously, "Its just a room, you're allowed out most of the time", came the serious reply. Senka raised his eyebrow at that but said nothing more, at least with this injury he might get some time to think about things. He doubted the thought even as it came into his mind, these brutes would probably work him until he dropped dead, and even then. A hiss of pain escaped his lips as his feet touched the floor lightly, the doctor went away for a few brief seconds before coming back with a crutch. He tried handing it to Senka who merely pushed it away, "I can manage". Senka was being stubborn again, an amusing trait to the doctor, but something serious and dear to Senka, his independence still meant something even locked up within these walls.
"Where is my blade?" Senka asked while remaining rooted to the spot, he wanted to know where it was before he went wandering to find his cell again. That was, unless Steeler had guards posted outside the door to escort him. Senka assumed the latter, not exactly hard to guess when he had all but been forced to 'get fixed up'. "It was taken to your room upon arrival", the doctor replied with a disinterested tone, he probably wanted to be anywhere else but here after all this wasn't his job, talking to criminals and explaining things to them.
Without another word, Senka slowly limped across the room to what he assumed to be the entrance, double doors that opened both ways. He pushed them open and was greeted by a familiar sight, two guards, not the same ones but they looked like they would put a bullet in his back if he didn't do what he was asked. All the same, Senka played the wounded card so they wouldn't be rough, he didn't have the time nor the patience for rough. Perhaps when he examined the layout further, he would adventure out of his room, but for now he'd simply rest his foot for as long as he could.
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Escorted/Exit to Senka's Cell
Subject: Infirmary