[ who does he think he is, are you kidding?! thomas is so beyond freaked out it's not even funny. the panic in his chest is screaming WICKED WICKED WICKED WICKED, and he can only imagine what they're trying to do them now.

thomas tenses, a little more, his face falling into a deep frown. ] My name is Thomas. You're the ones who gave it to me. Where the hell is this, is this supposed to be some kind of other trial?

[ not...you....exactly, derek. thomas is going to exacerbate this entire thing with his paranoia, probably. ]