12 had forgotten everything, and internally it was freaking him the fuck out. He didn't show the others his confusion or fear though. They already thought him weak. He stepped out of the pod, after taking note that the other person that was awake got yanked out. He wouldn't let them touch him, and if they did... well, 12 didn't know what he would do. He was pissed that he didn't know anything about himself, this place or the others. And he was pissed that these people were walking all over them. As angry as he was though, he wasn't an idiot. The one person that was there looked tough, and probably knew some weird martial art. 12 didn't assume anyone in this room was his ally, and if he wanted to take one down everyone would probably pile on. So, instead of acting, he stood in silence, glaring. 

12 glared at the walls, the pods, the man in the doorway, and the girl with the colored hair. He glared at everything, taking it all in. He was cold and angry, but something in him told him not to act. Maybe it was his common sense. Even with a nagging feeling, he was ready to fight. He was tense and ready to spring, like a tiger trapped in a cage. He wanted to get out of here, but it didn't feel like he had much choice.