[The man is broad and bespectacled, a thoughtful look on his face. He smiles when he hears Jack speak up, though.]

I was wondering if they knocked your head about when they threw you in here. You seemed pretty out of it. Unfortunately, since you weren't paying attention, the vultures took your dinner, but I saved this from mine for you.

[Jean reaches under his mattress, pulling out a bun, only slightly squished.]

They're only feeding us once a day, so savor this.