After regaining his temporarily lost focus having tuned into the myriad of flustered babble and misplaced aggression provided by his fellow prisoners, Dash challenged himself to muster a full bodied sigh of relief as he quietly waltzed into the room unannounced aiming his sights toward the blackened sphere. Now armed only with a coy smirk brought on by the knowledge of being haphazardly grouped among disoriented equals, it seemed foolish not to at least attempt to appear approachable and mingle. Let his senses drink in his environment and memorize facial expressions. If luck were on his side the person responsible for the underlying complexities of his plight had hired bumbling idiots and one of them now shared his bizarre misfortune. He held hope far above waist high if patient enough they'd slip up and confirm their involvement thus allotting him a fighting chance. Standing idly by in the middle of nowhere hold up in some random apartment awaiting the supposed wrath of a narcissistic madman wasn't an option.
Action spoke louder than words and Dash had always done his best to live his life accordingly.
Lowering himself down to a lazily maintained crouch once reaching his destination, he immediately allowed his once well contained curiosity to take over - playing the role of a cool, calm, collected puppet master while his body began to answer back flawlessly. Dash tapped lightly upon its smooth exterior with a closed tightly clenched fist and wide brown eyes as if attempting to communicate with it.
"Damn..." he casually belted out frowning ever so slightly after a few more wraps confirmed it seemed indeed solid. "...I guess convincing one of you to help me a brother roll this damn thing the fuck out of here is out of the question, huh?" He then shot a casual glance to the balcony to the right of him before directing focus toward the recently transported man dripping with well deserved confidence. Even so, he naturally found himself unable to subdue the skepticism and agitation in his voice as he began to address him in an equally combative tone. Clearly he had wasted no time in marking what he had already believed to be one of the mastermind's accomplices.
"Real talk... apparently by your flawless logic I sort of darwined myself into this playpen for wayward morons, kid. If you know something useful how about you just spit it the fuck out already because unlike you some of us actually have lives to get back to and bills to pay, ya dig?"
In order to 'acknowledge' the 'irony' I would have to learn two new words today.
...And I'm not going to do that.