[center][color=lightcoral][h1]3[/h1][/color] [hr][hr] [img]https://deadorkicking.com/wp-content/uploads/featured-img/d/dean-fertita.jpg[/img] [hr][hr] [/center] 3 chuckled at 11's outburst. He broke into a full laugh as he said [color=lightcoral]"Didn't you hear him? He said no fucken swearing, you cunt."[/color]. He struggled to his feet on legs that hadn't moved for several years, groaning a bit as he did so. He thought he was hilarious, but it probably didn't do anything to stop the fight, so he calmed himself down and said, [color=lightcoral]"Seriously though. What do you hope to gain by fighting these people? They're, as you said, badass motherfuckers. If you have a deathwish... mate, go right ahead. I plan on making myself useful. Which I can't be if I'm dead... so... please don't kill me."[/color]. The last part was directed towards 9. She seemed like she could snap as easily as a twig. Her and 11. He made a mental note to not piss them off. 10 just seemed a fuckwit. He looked at 2. She seemed reasonable, although he wasn't ready to confirm that yet. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, and finally spoke, [color=lightcoral]"Thanks, by the way. For the gun and for answering our questions. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask why I don't remember anything?"[/color], he danced around the words, very much conscious that he wouldn't get any answers if he was dead. He massaged his eyes. This whole dingy place was a little overbearing. He was panicking a little. He had no control here. He heard a man call out [color=red]"Excuse me! What is this place?"[/color]. He raised an eyebrow at the people watching all this, and said [color=lightcoral]"So I don't suppose you know this guy as well?"[/color]. He knew they didn't from the way he was asking, of course. He just wanted them to deal with it. Shouting out that there are people in here, while they were pointing a gun at him probably wouldn't go down too crash hot. Instead, he sat on his pod and began to work some feeling into his legs.