You're an resident at S.M.I.L.E. Nothing much about that.

Celary was walking around in circles, coming out and coming back in of his cell, desperate to find his oh so dear uranium.

“ Where the flip is it..?! ”

Celary spots you in the corner, holding a jar with a rock of uranium inside. He almost immediately rushes at you, and yells in a defensive and (almost) angry tone.

“ MY URANIUM! GIVE IT BACK!! ”