Felice looked up at the ropes and over at the rock wall before letting out a quiet huff. [i]Making us perform exhausting physical exercise directly after eating? This is a terrible idea. Wonder what'll happen to the ones who really dug in at the cafeteria.[/i] Honestly, Felice thought that the numbers would likely improve if they didn't do this directly during the time that they would be digesting, but who was he to question the great scientists who pulled the strings? Maybe this was the catch to the good meal after all. Sneaky. 

Either way, there was no getting out of it now. He was glad that he hadn't filled up his plate, and he just hoped that nobody cramped up. But that was just how natural selection worked, wasn't it? As much as it actually disturbed him considering how old some of these people looked, he knew that he didn't really have the option to worry about the others all that much right now. He could only solve his problems by surviving himself. 

Turning his gaze back to Vlad, the lightly scowling boy rubbed the fingers of one hand with the thumb and held it out as he asked one of his usual questions: "Quanto per la contratta? Ricordi che non lavoro mai gratuitamente." 

("How much do I need? You know that I don't ever work for free.")