"Well, fire is cool," Hiro added, "So cool, that it burns." He joined in on the laughter with a chuckle of his own. What he would do for a light right now. Somewhat subconsciously, he began to rub his fingers together, savoring the small heat the friction gave him.
"Those people?" He looked around to where he was pointing and shrugged. "We're in an asylum," Was the only answer he could provide. He suspected there had to be something wrong with everyone or else they wouldn't be here. The skepticism he felt towards his suggestion was plain on his face. But it could be that being in this shit hole clouded his judgement of the others. Newguy's mind was still clear. "Alright. Fine," He said and stood up, "I'll do the talking first. They know my face."