"Ah, wonderful, the subject has some obedience." Brianna forcefully pulled out one of his wings. "Your friend, the freckled girl, could not shift on command." She gently touched the burn mark, the one that had been on his arms, which she could see faintly on the leathery wing. "The dear thing couldn't hold a watt of electricity either." she meant her words to insinuate that Misha had died, not escaped. She looks over at Hunter. "Come, look at these burns."