[ Lantar's initial instinct is to be offended. Then he's just confused.

What is a Leviathan? What is an MT? And that sounded weirdly like a compliment?

After a moment of indecisive glaring, he just settles on being somewhat miffed. ]

I'm dextro-amino, so no, I definitely cannot eat that crap. I'm stuck with fucking hospital food until some supplies arrive.

[ In theory anyways.

He doesn't entirely know what's up with that since he kind of thought he'd always been living here? Was he always living on hospital food?

This memory problem sure is annoying. ]