If Hardison thought that he was coming across as 'cool' he'd probably break out into a large smile. He likes to think of himself as so, but strictly in his inner geek circles. Still, he's always had the gift of gab. It's part of the reason why he works so well as a conman. Or did, before he went semi-straight.

"I'm Hardison," he says, offering his hand and a small nod. "I've been here for a few weeks." Even if it feels like it's been years. He'd like nothing more than to wake up in his own bed and in his own life again. Instead, he's stuck here.

"If you've got a second, I'll give you the rundown on the Specials. That's what they call those of us who get to skip the worst of the indentured servitude."