Their enthusiasm meets a flat brick wall. His eyes narrow, his hands tightening on the edge of the chair. He looks like he's on the verge of trying to run again or maybe just attacking them if they make this any worse then it already is. He can't deal with this at all right now.

"What the fuck is a game show," he says, clearly not trusting that particular combination of words. He's played lots of games in his life. This stage with these lights does not look like any game he's ever seen, and the prospect of an audience and a camera has him completely and entirely on edge.