"Do you guys have an actually plan? Or are you just spitting nonsense to boost your hope that we'll make it out this hell-hole?" The being of biomass snorted silently. This man was going to be obnoxious, he could already tell. However, he wasn't a people's person, so he would let Riley or David deal with the freakish man.

Payne's blank eyes narrowed carefully once he saw another prisoner, and hopefully the last, enter, seemingly sweating like a cow in heat. The male went straight for a corner before sitting down, grabbing a nearby guitar, and strumming a few notes. The prisoner shrugged, turning his eyes back to the two he was currently talking to. Riley, David, and himself, Payne. Would it only take them three to escape?

He broke out of his internal monologue once he saw David scribbling, yet again, on a piece of paper, considering he didn't have the means to constrict his vocal cords, like Payne himself, or mute himself to the point where only a certain few could hear you. Once the boy was finished writing, he showed the paper to such an angle where the camera wouldn't possible be able to decipher the text.

[i]'If you could handle that map, it would be a major jump forward.'[/i] The words were relatively neat, and Payne deciphered them with only a split-second glance. A map would be super easy to create. He would just need a minute of silence, a piece of construction paper, and a box of colored pen. Hell, he could even do it inside of this room, considering his shadowy spot in the corner was hidden away from the camera.

"Easy enough." His distorted voice came out in a quip, right before the boy began scribbling yet again. He showed it to Riley, before writing once again and finally showing it to both of them. It was a rough plan, thought of in a moment's notice, and incredibly risky - but...it might could work if they played their cards right. Stealth was something he was good at, especially with his powers...

"Next Sunday, hm? ...I can create the map in a tad. Just give me a minute." As he said this, Payne's hands, interlocked, slowly changed into a mass of wriggling crimson rats, with spiky black and crimson biomass as fur. The rats were too small to be noticed by anyone not near him. They fell to the ground, before seemingly growing extremely small wings and flying onto the wall, seeping into cracks, vents, AC units, and more. Within seconds, Payne had a series of pencils and paper on the table in front of him, turned away from the camera.

His hand pulsed with crimson and black biomass as it moved at a blurred pace, creating an intricate and extremely detailed map of the prison, his eyes glazed over as if he was looking through the POV of a thousand rodents.