Spike, Dora
"Accurate," she agreed. "From one cage to another. They say they're going to set us free, send us home, but what guarantee do we have? We don't know them, and even if we did ... it isn't like kidnappers have never lied to us before."
Iridia's tail twitched slightly, his ears pinning back in response to Dora's mood.
"It doesn't ring true. If they used to do things like this, used to be part of it, why should we think they're going to do anything but set us on another island? Perhaps with kinder, gentler experiments, but still trapping us?" The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was that something wasn't right. If they were doing this out of spite, their 'rescuers' would want to keep them around to taunt the other company.
She hesitated a little. If they were right about this being more of the same, then there was every chance that if they tried something, they were risking lives. But if they got the drop on their ... rescuers, if they pulled first blood, got the first shot ... if they had enough people and they just did it and had it done ...
Isadora nodded. "Let's," she said simply. "Find one or two people you trust. Then ... take care of the crew. By then it'll be too late for anyone to do anything about it."