Gavin grimaced. "Oh, they're strong, all right." With that somewhat mystifying statement, he picked up one of the plates the food was served on. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, but it was some sort of metal. It was heavy and dense, though more than that, he didn't know. He held it in front of his mouth, looking back and forth between the eyes of Noelle and Luke. Then, with a single inhalation, he snapped his mandibles forward. With a sound like a car crash, they slammed viciously into the dish. The noise made his ears ring, and he winced. [i]Sorry, Noelle. Didn't know it would be quite that loud.[/i]

His jaw ached anew, and as the mandibles sprang back into place, he showed off the plate. It was marred by a long, clean slash where his insect jaws had bitten clean through it, cutting it nearly in half. 

He consider what Luke had said. There was no way he was staying here. A prison was a prison, no matter what shape it took, and he had no interest in being anybody's weapon. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and turned jerkily, quickly making his way back to the corner, newly uncomfortable at being known.