Group activities was in forty minutes. Grian was running his fingers over the smooth, rounded edges of the porcelain sink. He could probably break it if he wanted, giving him shards to weaponise. He decided against it, it was draw too much attention to him if someone happened to hear him smashing it with his bare fist. Grian hadn't gotten changed out of his sleep attire yet, he hated wearing the special cloth gowns.