I hadn't stopped to think about it, Toby. I've been running around ever since Orientation. [He turns in front of the mirror, and scopes out his back and buttocks, running his hands down along his body until he's satisfied that everything seems to be as it always is. Sighing, he gives up, and leans back against the bathroom counter.

And he doesn't love hearing any of that. They can't even go out to eat? What exactly are they supposed to do with themselves in this place, if they're going to be harassed whenever they step outside their front door?]

If they're really able to keep up with all of that, there have to be police everywhere - or whoever it is that's enforcing the 'rules'. [Fantastic.] All I've seen are hulking people with batons. Is that them?