Anytime you got overstimulated, it was bad. You'd get pissy and snappy. No one was safe from your wrath. Your brain wires were all scrambled abd placed in the wrong slots leaving you quick to anger.

Mace watched as you sat by yourself in the really loud mess hall, staring at your food in silence.

He got up and stood above you. "You good?" He asks. He was just asking just to ask, he didn't really care.