Florence almost cringed when he saw the paper clip hit the other. He felt guilty over it, giving them a worried glance. They seemed about ready to fight. He figured he could hold his own against them, but fighting was one of the last things he wanted to do here. Maybe he should apologize? Before he could even think of how to speak, Jace was apologizing for him. Well, that's one way of doing it.
His reaction was more suited to a cannon going off than a loudspeaker coming to life, but it was all the same to him. Dr. Schwarzlicht? Florence glanced around before seeing the annoyed look on Jace's face. So, that was his name. Interesting. He listened to the man's advice, and slowly nodded. Maybe focusing on something would do him good, it wouldn't leave him room to think about his situation. He couldn't wait until he had a means of communicating, because there were some questions that he really wanted answered.
He shook his head, once again putting it on the table. At this point it might as well just be his bed. Of all things to focus on, he chose his clementine, slowly peeling it and getting every part of the skin off. It wasn't much, but it was helping at least a bit.