Oh hey there, Treason buddy. This place is way too muggy, so Darran's stripped to the waist and tied the arms of his green jumpsuit around his waist and out of his way. He's jumpy as hell and trying not to show it-- where the hell is... err... his pack? Not being able to remember their names is doing precisely nothing for his nerves.

"Whoa there. I wouldn't do that if I were you."