Owen squints briefly, trying to slot some of Danny's optimism into that facet of captivity he's trying to get used to: no one seems to remember the infection. Unless it's some kind of ruse, some false-utopia bullshit where no one gets to talk about the world outside, everyone carries on like it didn't happen.

Considering some of what he'd seen on the edge of the pines, maybe this is all what it says on the tin. Alien place, people from all walks, plucked out of time. A bigger experiment than FEDRA or the Fireflies could ever cook up.

"None of us signed up to be here," he points out. "So I'm not inclined to see the altruism of our captors, no." Doesn't stop him from biting off the rounded tip of the egg, once it's exposed, chewing as he peels the shell further down. "We're already equipped to feed ourselves, this is just--I don't know. Placating us, fattening us up, luring us somewhere. Take your pick."