Just as he predicted, that gets Abel's attention. He finds what he needs and pulls it on, looking over at Abel. "Oh, so now you're talking to me again. Fucking figures," he snorts, then begins the search for socks, putting his cigarette out before he sits on the bed. "There's a base just off the ramp outside this complex. They made sure to keep us close. They have all kinds of high tech shit there, along with every training simulation you can imagine."

His boots are next, and then he grabs his dog tags off the side table, putting them on. "You better change quick or I'm leaving you here."