Finn....really did not want to think about that idea of "family", seeing as his own family was currently not in the picture. Not that the prisoner would understand that, or so he believed.
"If you're trying to use reverse psychology or whatever that thing is you call it, it's not going to work. Empathy? Whatever, I'm not handing you a stylus so you cna poke me with it. You can thank the last person I had to keep tabs on for that." Finn informed Damien. "It's way too early for this, can't this lot hurry it up?" He compolained to Hypatia.

Lishian finally rolled out of bed, but only to glare at the guy next to him doing pushups at way-too-early-o-clock. "I still don't get how anyone can wake up and immediately start working out." He commented, attempting to clean his glasses (and failing miserably)

"I wasn't going to do that but fine," Damon walks over to Lishian offering him a semi clean cloth. Damon was tired but he was also going to figure a way out sooner or later. Upon hearing Lishian's comment Damon sighs quietly, "Everyone has their own way of keeping sane."

Ivan Kerensky
Ivan literally ignored everyone, intending to get as much exercise as possible before breakfast.

Damon glances in Ivan's direction trying to stay out of his way. Damon understood that Ivan was trying to keep himself sane, figure out an escape plan, and execute said plan.

(And keep him fit so he could carry out said plan...)

(Yeah, I should have put that too.)

If they were on Earth and Lishian had a clear path of escape, he'd probably have started making small jabs at Ivan about his fitness regiment. But they were on Mars, and Lishian didn't feel like getting beaten to a pulp (been there done that, had the scars to prove it-) so instead he just sighed, tried to make his area nice and neat (or as best he could), took the cloth offered to him, cleaned up his glasses, handed the cloth back, and then almost tripped over himself.

Just another terrible day, in the middle of a distant planet. Wooo.

"I'm starving. Can we please get moving,I want food." Lishian stated, leaning over his bed to poke at one of the Englishmen. Hawk, if neither of them had switched places during the night. Yes, Lish was somewhat convinced the Brits were preferable to making the bodybuilder dude next to him mad.

Finn was nodding before catching hismelf and fixing his face back into a neutral expression. They might have been trying to get this lot to drop national secrets (or whatever their end goal was- he personally wasn't convinced they'd break) but Finn still wasn't a fan.

Damon takes the cloth back before putting it back on his bed which looked like it hadn't been slept in. Stifling a chuckle Damon goes back over to Lishian. Damon had a feeling eventually Ivan and Lishian would clash but hoped it would not be for a while and in the meantime he wanted to avoid getting in the middle.

Ivan finally finished, having barely broken a sweat. He then stood by his bed, waiting.

Cautiously Damon asks, "Would you be willing to trade? Your napkin for any piece of food on my tray?"