Isaac had arrived on Home Planet a total of thirty-six hours ago. In that amount of time, he'd managed to acquire a total of thirty-eight minutes of sleep. In the three-day flight from his own world, immediately prior to his arrival, he'd only gotten around four hours in total. Four hours thirty-eight minutes, over the course of nearly four days. It was a wonder the man was still standing. Then again...sleep seemed an impossible concept at the moment. 

He'd been let out of his cell that morning, for the first time since arriving. "Eyes", as the Ebolorian guards had taken to calling the man, had followed the general masses of people, eventually arriving in what seemed to be some sort of 'common area'. Isaac remained wary, sticking to the edges and alleyways. He didn't know his way around Home Planet yet. He didn't know what actions might invoke the wrath of the guards, or, for that matter, the wrath of the other prisoners. Isaac was in over his head here, and damn did he know it. 

As he leaned against a wall, he fiddled with the manual focus on his prosthetic eye. The wiring was jacked up, and all he'd been getting for the past six hours was an intermittent feed of static. If he'd been back home, he could have gotten someone to look at it. Hell, he could have poked around himself if he'd had access to some basic tools. But here, here the eye was more of a hindrance than a help. The static was distracting, and no amount of fiddling with the dials on the side of the apparatus seemed to help. 

A sound distracted him from his fiddling. A sharp scream, echoing through the entire vicinity. Isaac cringed at the noise, but didn't make any movement to try to find its source. It sounded female, and he cringed for whoever was emitting that noise. But it was probably safest to not intervene...

However, the next series of noises [i]did[/i] grab his attention. Those screams sounded angry, and were accompanied by the clanging noise of a metallic chain. Isaac frowned. With some effort, he dragged his exhausted body out of the alleyway where he'd been hiding out. Some short distance away, there was a man that could only be human or humanoid. He was chained to a post, screaming in a vehement rage. [i]"You think I'm trash? Who the one that shits on the spot because their Ebolorian master says so?!?! Your nothing better than pets! Science projects gone wrong! I've seen better looking aliens in 1970's sci fi films!!!" [/i]

For a few seconds, Isaac only watched the man. The chain was strong, but it was tied poorly. Even with his depth perception in its current state of screwed up, Isaac knew he could undo it. This man, this other human, he could be an ally. And Isaac sure as hell needed an ally if he wanted to survive. 

Before he could consider it anymore, he moved. Isaac rushed forward, through the throngs of aliens that were milling around staring at the single human. He bumped into quite a few shoulders, and apologized hastily as he did so. But finally, he reached the man on the chain. "Hey. Shuttup. Screaming isn't gonna do you a hell of a lot of good," he muttered as he neared the man. 

He blinked hard, once, hoping it might clear up the static in his left eye. No such luck. "Listen, how much trouble do you think I'd get in if I untied you?" Isaac asked the man, speaking quickly. "Think they'd notice? Think they'd care?"