Nonononono don't interrupt me, who are these people? We are highly trained mercenaries, we shouldn't be tossed into the same breathing space as these lunatics who play dress up and probably got too gropey at the fan expo.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-the second misty appears - for a moment, before fizzling and going out-
-it seems as if there's some kind of field... preventing the use of these abilities or weaponry-
-a buzzer can be heard at the end of the cell block-
-a door opens-
-and a man enters, shutting the door behind it-
Alright, alright, pipe down, all of you!
-he slowly, deliberately begins walking down the hall, stopping at the center of the cell block, arms akimbo-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-Felix goes up to his door, peering over at the man down the hall-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I Beg your Pardon, did Some ignorant little Flesh Omnic just implicitly lump Me into the same Category as the apparent Losers and Lunatics?
(Her head shoots up again and peers in the direction of Felix and Locus... BUT THEN. A Man...)
Oh, thank God, some Small semblance of Order in this Dump. By the Way, I don't think you Knew, so I will Tell you, I Shouldn't Be in here and Should Be instead Let Out at your Earliest Convenience to Continue My Research. How Soon can you Arrange that?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Foxy's hands, as it happens, are not shackled-
-the man narrows his eyes at Sophia's question-
I'm CIA. And I'll get to all of your questions in a minute. But let me tell you something first—
-he starts pacing again, hands on his belt-
If you try to escape, you will be shot. If you aid another prisoner in escaping, you will be shot. If you even think about escaping, you will be shot. Do I make myself clear, ladies, and gentlemen, and— and things.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI

And they nabbed us without our armour, if we had our suits we'd have our enhancements. And now the two of us are just going to sit in jail and rot with the rest of these...
-He looks at the others, puzzled-
Whatever the hell these losers are.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?