"I prefer red, like this," Rufus reaches towards one of the colored pencils, hoping they're at least selling the perception that they're just coloring together. Let Hojo think that his test subjects are cooperating, it will hopefully give them a little more freedom to find a way out of this.

We won't be able to until we get out of this lab- everything is monitored. Once we're out I know where we can talk privately before we meet with my father.

He has to put some trust in her but Rufus knows that she's the one who has the most to lose- Hojo isn't exactly one to compromise when it comes to his work. He looks at her as he hands the paper over, giving her the colored pencil.

We play along so we can get out of here as soon as we can.