"Hell?" The bigger man snorted, shaking his head and allowing a smile to come to his lips, those sharp, pointed canines coming into full view now. "No, no this isn't Hell. I've seen a lot worse then whatever this place seems to be, I've fought in more wars then you could imagine. This place is just a getaway with some old bastard in charge, ain't it? Ain't nothin' that's what it is. Army can't hold me, my Government can't hold me. This place? Nah."
When the other mentioned that he had already seen his claws (they weren't something that was easy to hide, anyway) he uncurled his fingers and stretched them out. The claws were relatively retracted now, protruding about an inch and a little bit, but could easily grow to their three inch maximum.
"'Bout the only thing I can't bust out of is adamantium. I can easily lift a car over my head and I can't break out of this shit." He could actually probably lift a semi-truck cab if he tried, though the extent of how much he could lift was still undetermined. He knew he was strong enough to rip doors off cars and arms clear off of people but a tank was much too heavy for him to move on his own.
"So quit your yappin' and get me out of these and I'll be a nice kitty for ya." He told the other with a shrug of his shoulder. "I'll keep my claws to my damn self around you, can't promise so much to those bastards that brought me here. I told 'em I was gonna get 'em."