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Newt let him go, wobbling dumbfounded in his crouch. It wasn't untill he had gone back to what he had been intending to do when it occured to him that the bat man really had intended to eat him. He promptly spent a short while hiding under the tables in the cafeteria, avoiding any one else who might have wandered in befor slipping off to hop back home to his safe, slightly muddy duplex.

Tommy passes the weight room on his way to the chow hall. He wonders if his hands could take the pressure of a barbell in their current state...he missed working out so much. He shakes his head, trying to clear it of unpleasant things. Although, this was rather difficult due to what he was about to do. He shudders some at the thought of drinking that s**t again...but it's keeping him alive, at least...until he can get in touch with a staff member that is.

He shoulders open the chow hall's doors and steps slowly inside. Ugh, it was like torture for the bat-man. All of the foods he still loved and craved were out of reach via his new digestive system...hey...there's someone here...and he's completely unchanged...ah s**t.

Tommy just watched the man warily as he went about getting his food. He had to find out whether or not this guy knew about the island before he decided to stay. I don't think I could stand one more person looking at me the way Richard and that a*****e did when they first saw me.

He cleared his throat some and walked a little ways into the cafeteria, still looking like he's having trouble walking.

Tommy shrugs mentally as Gallen looks right past him to where he was standing a few moments ago. Guess the guy already knows...thank God... He tries to humm a tune to himself. It sounds a bit weird coming from a mouth like his, but he manages. He picks up a cup from the buffett line and looks about for the meat tray.

After hearing Gallen's moan in culinary ecstasy, he looks over and grins, "That good, eh?"

Tommy turned his head to look at Gallen and saw that look he knew so well from others since his last change. God...Damnit. Not this guy too... He puts down his glass and looks over to Gallen, "You...uh...you new here, then?"

Tommy just sighs, teetering between being fed up with being looked at like a monster and pity for those who just got here. "Listen...just uh...drop the whole 'trying to be polite' thing. Yeah I know. I look like a goddamn monster. Stare as much as you want. Ask whatever questions you want...alright? I'm guessing you already know the story 'bout this place since you haven't run out screaming yet, though."

Tommy frowns for a moment at the mention of a slug, "...a wha...Uh oh..." The ex-cadet has seen that look on someone before. During a parade, someone who locks their knees and passes out...Gallen was doing just that. And he winces as gallen falls to the floor.

"...s**t," he mutters. Tommy hurries over there to make sure the guy is okay and would probably stay with him until he woke up. He'd have a glass of water handy for the man.