That night, Rico visited the diary room. When walking through the communal area, groups stopped talking, covering their cards, or contraband.

“Oh boy!” Rico sighed loudly, falling in to the seat.

“And what would you like to share this…?”

“…Alright!” Rico gestured with his arm, “You don’t need to say that to me…!”

"Sure..."

Rico continued, “…Where was I…? Oh, yeah, you know what…? I’ve been thinking… this house is much like a ship, me as captain, of course, and a ship that needs rules to keep order. See what I mean?”

“I think I do…”

“… If some of the way we do things, such as tea at 4:20pm, or this or that, it may seem a bit odd, and suppose it is, but it makes sense, really. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” the listener lied.

This seemed a pointless ramble that added to the  many comments that Rico seemed detached.