In the cell, James was still lying dazed on the floor, his head ringing from the sedative which hadn't quite worn off and the effect of his own powers not being kind on his ears. He could make out the others talking but didn't feel strong enough, nor knowledgeable enough, to contribute to the conversation. The people around him were evidently also somewhat changed; it seemed too big of a coincidence that he gained sound powers and was kidnapped within such a short time.

As Lee entered, he pushed against the wall and stood up, looking straight at the man. He was happy that something was finally happening but cautious, given what was happening. What somebody else was saying further confirmed that everyone was figuring out what must have happened to them. Slowly, he muttered something, although it was larger enough for someone to hear if they were paying attention.

"I need some bloody ibuprofen."