Fun in the sun? Oh, he doubted it, and responded with a huff of disbelief. "I was probably sent here as punishment for killing a guy." He shrugged nonchalantly; the guy had practically been asking for it by pushing Victor's buttons, something everyone knew you just didn't do with a man like him.
He watches the other as he begins to work on the cuffs, choosing not to speak until one of the locks popped open and released one arm. Freedom was slowly coming and much to his surprise, this man was helping him out without any prior negotiations. People like this were usually quick to get themselves killed, but by the looks of places, and how the doctor said he'd 'fit right in' here, he could only guess the man freeing him was a mutant as well.
"They've deserved it for a while, I assure you." He replied lowly, keeping perfectly still as the other worked on freeing him, eyes behind protective aviators watching and making sure the coast stayed clear long enough for him to shed all the chains and pounce at the pair of soldiers as they would make their inevitable way back to the plane on the tarmac not too far from here.
"My name is Victor." He told the other with a nod, "Victor Creed." He looked at the man a moment more and an almost wolfish smile came to his lips. "Though maybe you can call me Kitty if that's what you want." And Victor might let him call him that. Until he pissed him off and he roared at him to call him by Victor again.
"How about you, escape artist? Remy, was it? Or am I hearing things?" He wasn't hearing things; Victor heard pretty much everything. He just wanted to confirm it.