'Well, whadda you think we're DOIN' right now, dipshit?!' Deprave half-yelled into his dataslab, not so loud as to be overheard by the prison, but enough to get his point across at least. 'We aren't AT the damn place yet!' With that said, he stowed his dataslab in its usual spot, then addressed the three person smugglers with an immense grin: 'And if you lot are going to start sneaking in, now's the time to split off and find your own way in.' That said, he promptly increased his movement speed, and jogged the rest of the way to the prison- more of a half-run, for anybody who was less than three meters tall- barging through the main doors and into the entry room of the place.

And then he started yelling at the top of his rather-large lungs.

'HEEEEEEEY!' he shouted, clearly enjoying producing so much drama if anyone cared to examine his expression, 'This prison is SHIT, and everyone in it except for me is a LOSER! What ASSHOLE gets themselves locked up in a crappy pit like THIS worthless pile of bricks?! And the prisoners are nearly that bad as well!' Loud belly-laughter joined the overall ruckus, sure to draw the attention of whoever was listening - maybe Nefas himself, or maybe just a large number of guards. Either way, he planned to enjoy starting this little fight. Maybe the other three could join in at some point, too.