Seating himself, he waited for the first portion to be presented to him. As the card was flashed in front of him, he adjusted his glasses and stared at the image.
"Kinda looks like a fox to me. Or a dog, maybe?" He pointed out the detailing, none too concerned on any meaning behind it. There was no way he was insane, or a danger to anyone. At least he didn't think he was. He'd know, wouldn't he? If he was a complete nutjob?
This was a little boring, honestly, but whatever. It wasn't like he had a whole lot else to do. As long as he managed to keep his place in the... marginally safe... mostly secure... at least they weren't being bitten at all the time. With the fence around the prison, at least there was hope for them to survive all of this. That wasn't something he was willing to give up.
