[ That much, he does agree with. There's not much that can be gleaned from these three walls and the iron bars, after all. Reluctantly, he does rise to his feet as 76 gives that swift, swift kick to the bars, moving to wrap a palm around one of the bars himself. ]

"Who?" [ He asks, his dark eyes drifting out of the cell and down the hallway, looking for some semblance of a guard or other officer. ] Or "what?"

[ Despite his aloofness, he is taking this seriously, even though he isn't giving half as much of an effort of breaking down these bars. ]

If they were the ones that brought us here, I'd reason they'd have a weapon more advanced than a low-voltage taser.