Pyotr's body ached as he was thrown into the huge holding area. He struggled to get a bearing on his surroundings, but the ear-splitting headache wasn't making it easy. Taking a look at the other prisoners that were with him, he could already see a supernatural. A lycan by the looks of it, as the fur obviously gave it away. Were they all supernaturals like the lycan? Were there any other hunters other than himself? He was unwilling to ask. Most likely hunters weren't exactly the most welcome party at the table. But it seemed almost everyone knew each other already, as most of them started to ask if everyone was okay. Other than the prisoners, the bars around the holding area that made up the cage would be an obstacle indeed. 

He obviously wasn't getting out alone. But he didn't know he he could trust... more importantly, who was a supernatural, and who wasn't. There would be no way to tell from a glance. But, at the moment, he had other needs."Anyone got any damned water?"