[Instead of answering Sasha's questions Connie stuffs his mouth full of the cold, creamy stuff again. He swallows it with a grimace but goes for a second scoop before he drops the spoon this time. It's a mistake. Connie groans and drops his face against the table. Where he exhales a bit of frost appears, but only for a second. It fades away almost too quickly to count, but it makes his eyes widen in surprise anyway. This stuff is so cold he's breathing ice? No wonder his tongue feels numb.

When the worst of the headache passes he props his chin on his arms and glances back up at Sasha, still squinting a little at the bright lights.]

Yeah they got me too. And they marked me.

[He frowns when he admits that. He's not sure what to make of being marked like a slave or a criminal, but they gave him one that said HERO at least. That's gotta count for something, right?]

This place is called Flo Rida. It's gotta be an inner district here. They have everything!

[Even ice in May. See? He's not making it up.]