"It's not Hell, and you know it," Beckett replied frankly. "I can't imagine how it all feels. I never will, and I won't pretend I do." The detective fixed her gaze on the shifter. "But a goldfish isn't hell. I've seen hell, and believe me. It might feel like shit, but you have it easy. And you're on;y as useless as you pretend you are. Because I know you. And it doesn't matter if you're in chains or not. You'll never be useless," she added, hoping he caught the seriousness in her voice. "Maybe it's not up to him. Maybe it's up to you."
Beckett rolled her eyes at the rest of it, clearly unimpressed by all his posturing, "Maybe ask the goldfish if you could have a job? Help me out a little bit, earn you and your guy some extra funds." She shrugged. "Color me crazy, but I think you'd be good at if you can listen to my orders for half a second."