Evan laughs. "So you're human like the rest of us?"

Viana stands, brushing her knees off. There are marks on the back of her legs from sitting on the carpet, but she hardly seems to mind. "I'll go get something to eat from that convenience store in the lobby. Hope you don't mind, doc, but we're no first class system. You'll have to make do with regular fare for us lowly idiotic types for now." There's only a hint of bitterness in her words. Despite her looks, however, she seemingly has enough foresight to look through the peephole before exiting, in case anyone is in the hall. Even then, she opens the door only wide enough for her to slip out, preventing any passerby from glancing in to see a hostage on the bed.

As soon as she's gone, Evan moves to change the channel. "No idea why she watches this crap," he says, perhaps to Bentley, perhaps to himself. The program flickers to a music entertainment channel, playing heavy beats and a quick-pulse rhythm indicative of modern music. "So, what's the deal, doc?" he asks, without turning around.