Haine sighed, a little irritated. She really didn't seem to know much about what was actually going on. Well that was fan-fucking-tastic, wasn't it? Trapped in the Underground, though they were calling it Landel's Institute. Well, a rotting corpse by any other name, or something like that.

They were probably being watched. Haine looked up, searching for cameras in the corners of the room. There wasn't anything glaringly obvious, but that probably just meant they were stealthier than that. He needed to get his guns back. They weren't necessary in a fight, but he liked them. Tearing shit up with his bare hands wasn't his favorite method, after all; he'd had enough of that to last a lifetime.

"So, what can you do that's so fucking special?" he asked, not seeming to care if it was rude or not. "Why'd they bring you here? Gotta be something."