Remy just hummed in thought when the mountain of a man finally answered him, drawing his cigarette from his mouth so he could tap the ashes from the end and smirking. "Well, don' we all? Tink it's safe t' say no one's 'appy 'bout bein' 'ere. An', y' gonna find dat many of us don' much like authority eider. But.. dat's gonna work out in yo' favor t'day."
Because, really, any way Remy could fuck with Revolve and the people who ran it he would. Besides, no one should be in chains.
It wasn't like he would be letting out anyone from Red or Black Block anyway, though one never knows with Remy, he just might get the idea in his pretty head one day to try it.
There is a sense that from behind the dark lenses of his glasses, he has been appraising him, and he moves closer, turning to block the view of the nearby camera as he inspects the shackles, remarking, "Y' don' deserve t' be chained like a dog, homme, no one does. 'ow does freedom sound, henh?" The men who had come with the big guy had looked like the military, which made it funny that the locks on government's chains would be easier to get through than the damn collars they had them in on the island.