As you exited the elevator to two stud camp to walk around and get some “fresh air.” You noticed a strange gray man. Dave was roasting marshmallows by the fire, as usual as you walked up to him he noticed, but dare not say anything. He went back to roasting his marshmallow, it’s like he was so tone deaf or something. You sat by him, as his marshmallow started lighting on fire. You smiled as you blew it out, him looking at you. With a blank expression, this wouldn’t be such a good outcome…