''It is'' he snorts. ''They rarely do anything after all; the fuckin' creeps probably just sit in front of their monitors all day long and observe us.'' His eyes take a quick sweep of the room, wondering just how many hidden cameras there are in the asylum; the feeling of being watched all the time was disturbing, sure, but he doesn't really think about it so often after being locked up for such a long time. ''Just.. don't give up; we'll find a way out of here somehow.'' His words lack the conviction they once had, but he has to keep telling himself this.