When Damien came to, it was to the sight of Genevieve looking over hom. He was back in his cell now looking none the better than he did. He hadn't been out long, as the sharp sting of his broken nose and recently constricted throat were still new. He could see the number his changes had done on the redhead's pale throat, circular marks of red and pinches of blue already surfacing. With both their powers restricted, it would take them yet another day to heal completely instead of the usual hour or so for minor wounds, unless she were to remove just the one cuff.

"Our next stop...is Augusta, Georgia," he rasped out quietly, reaching up and correcting his broken nose with an audible pop and a short grunt.

"If you want to know precisely where, you know my agreement."

At this, he shook his left arm, the chain rattling almost mockingly.