Ronan followed the group, still glaring. Then, an idea popped into his head. He walked up to the one giving the orders, and the one that yanked them out of their tubes. It didn't feel like they wanted to kill him, otherwise, he would be dead. He felt emboldened by that fact, they were keeping them alive for some reason. 

"Dude, I have to piss. Where's the bathroom?" Ronan didn't have to go to the bathroom, he wanted to get away from this mess. 

He wanted to go to a place to think this out. Maybe escape if he could. This made no sense to him. How could he just forget everything? He had a number but no name. He had to find out who and what he was, and why the fuck he was here. 

Ronan still glared, forgetting to turn off his default face. He had to get this guy to give him some wiggle room, and looking like he was going to stab the guy probably wouldn't get him anywhere.