[i]"I don't have a vice. I don't drink and I don't do drugs. They rot your brain," She looked pointedly at him. "So sorry to disappoint."[/i]

A true frown crossed Baylen's face after Yolanda said this. "Yeah, that's a bummer to hear." he said simply and a bit softly. He had given up on her and was getting increasingly annoyed with how hard this was to get one simple fucking thing for himself to get through another camp force fed by his parents as a diversion to make him forget how little they really cared for him. A dark, sullen look crossed his face as he thought of them. Why did they even bothering having a kid in the first place when they had their company as their kid to nourish and grow? As Baylen let his thoughts wander, as they often did, Yolanda continued as she gave her statements. 

[i] "I'm from South Africa. I can speak Afrikaans. I once broke a man's nose."[/i]

Baylen was bored of this game, over probing Yolanda, ready to escape this camp hell hole or at least cloud his mind so he wouldn't have to think about anything else. As soon as she was done he answered. "You have two commonalities in your statements, you are South African and you speak a South African language. I highly doubt you have one without the other so my guess is that you have not broken a man's nose and that is your lie." He paused for a moment, arms now crossed across his chest. "And it's a good thing your life is so perfect that you don't need a vice to get through it, so congratulations" he said in a harsher tone.