Just it has an unfortunate tendency to fly in the way.

[He sighs, rubbing his hand]

Hard to imagine that we more or less don't fear death long as we're here. Some could call it hell.

[The man glances towards the door - knowing like every morning, they get a few curious looks from the light sleepers, but nowhere near as much as the first time]

We'll see what nonsense the Manager will bring us once the orders come in.