So Tyson was old. Just not too old. Hm.

"Do you want to see the Danger Room?" They should prooobably collect that hamster. The little guys were bound to notice he was missing. With a sigh Jude shoved up to his feet. "There's no way it's not occupied right now, but there's an observation space. You could see the magic."

Where's the little devil get to? Were hamsters even built to survive in the wild? That one certainly had a scratchy left hook.

Tyson was a little hesitant about checking out the Danger room. Part of him thought maybe he wasn't allowed there since he hadn't been told of it, and maybe there was a reason for that. What if he couldn't handle it? He had trouble with controlling himself already, if this place could be anything, what would that do on his sense of reality? But then again, he was getting desperate to find some level of control as his mental state deteriorated. Could he hope for anything? He had already had his hopes crushed several times in a row, he didn't feel he could muster enough anymore to think that a room, no matter how remarkable, could change anything.

"Well... maybe?" he said hesitantly, the reluctance and doubt n his garbled voice easily detectable. Meybe he could check it out, but at this point he wasn't going to build his hopes up, not when he had fallen every time before.