Voices spoke, Xerox's eyes seemed dead and lifeless, before suddenly gasping and waking. He was tired, extremely tired, playing the role of appearing to be in pain. Letting Mako seem like he was getting what he wanted, to get him to open up when he was feeling 'good' about what he was doing. Xerox mostly spouted nonsense during the torture, but as he got tired of it, pretended to look lifeless. Letting his conscious fade like he did during a lecture, eyes open, yet lifeless. Although in a lecture, he wouldn't look lifeless. Due to his "crying" Xerox was most likely left off with some of the lightest of torture, not that it wasn't rough. Whipping, chained water dripping, iron maiden, it was still tough.

There was one benefit to this though, when they patched up his body, they finally dislodged the damn bullet stuck in his back. Still, he was wondering how the others were, as his conscious was starting to come back while the others spoke. Discussions on ways to possibly break out, pills, maps, anything useful was being asked for. [color=aqua]"If I wasn't stark naked, this would be a different situation."[/color] he mutterred. 

Footsteps emerged, and Xerox could hear people talking. From the sounds of it, they were giving out food. Xerox could hear Duncan, currying for a favor, for a cigarette. [i]Getting the guards to come to our side huh ....[/i] Xerox could understand what Duncan was doing, and followed suit. [color=aqua]"Um... excuse me...."[/color] Xerox weakly called out behind the bars. [color=aqua]"Could I at least have some clothes. It's awfully cold."[/color] He waited for a reply, and for his share of food to arrive. Hopefully, he could keep the utensils. That would provide him at least something to work with.