[You sat in the corner of the containment cell you shared with Sammy. Pluck. Pluck. Pluck. Pluck, went the strings on his banjo. It had been this way for hours. Sit in almost silence, wait for food to(maybe) get sent in, eat, sit for another while in almost silence, go to sleep, repeat. Whenever you tried to make eye contact with him, he just...looked away from you. Almost as if he was upset at you or something. Now that Wilson had stopped monitoring you two closely, maybe you could safely talk again. What now?]