"Oh. That's not too bad I guess?" Smelling like a death chamber, that's a new one and he can't help but grin. "I was in a room like that once! Looked very different from this place, though."

He moves to sit with Peter, poking at one of the containers. Should he eat with him? He's not in the mood but maybe it would be rude not to.

"Yeah, we do. Or at least for a very, very long time. Centuries." Flynn flops down on the chair with a soft, unhappy sigh. "She tried to warn me, you know? Convince me that it was a bad idea. But I didn't listen. Thought I was right, as usual. I was very used to being right all the time."