Gavin jerked and then some, held by his hair of all things. He yawned as he was starting to have a preference for being put to death by this point, he regretfully was a little too tenacious in putting himself in his predicament. The time of his arrival was piss poor, he didn't know what the time zone difference was leaving his family's dimension and ending up here. He'd only thought about his sister's further blasphemous dissent into the pits of the empire. Before prompted to give a reason, there burst forth a soldier with an unconscious body, presumably male, then confirmed to be male.

"And I thought I had bad luck today, reneging that assertion."

Though half in jest, it was true Gavin was an offworlder. As if to give Ryoko dots to connect, this empire had to have some basic premise of whoever their primary objective was. Usually there proposed a rag-tag team that was dominant in one area alone to defend a world. It seemed common in most novels he'd come across in this age. It always brought him back to his older sister...and how for personal reasons he was even here, in the claws of the faction she was supporting.

He refocused on the male that was brought in, he seemed rather exasperated and in a funk of his own. Gavin was paying close attention to the synchronization of his bodily gestures in combination with the words flowing from his mouth. He was by no means a pro-synographer, but telegraphing genuine vs. dishonest body gestures was how he justified and concealed blatant lies himself...and he was a damn pro at it. Faintly cutting a glance at his still very much broken right arm, he wasn't in any rush to "storm the fort" as they say. So he'd bide for Ryoko's amusement with this super reactive male.

"A valiant effort?" Gavin said, somewhat bewildered at watching him collapse. "You know, if you could release me, I just might be able to-" Gavin stopped mid sentence and then thought really hard about it. "-nevermind...Ryoko, you might as well chain him up too."

He released a heavy sigh, this must've been what it felt like waiting for the right one to come purge you from prison. A thought crossed Gavin's mind, he thought about his sister again...and it only thoroughly skewed his anger along further. If he didn't escape and he didn't do something about her, then this would only serve to anger him, and be marked as a disappointment by his family that she chose to distance herself from.

Under his lips, but with no sound, he mouthed her name. "_ _ _ _."

His eyes then narrowed, he stared menacingly at the floor before sliding down the wall and sitting down. Eventually going numb from the tugging suspension of his broken right arm. Soon, the door had opened and burst forth with an arc of heated volition. Gavin's mortal enemy at work it seemed, he grew colder and closed his eyes to hide in the darkness.