"Okay," Dean finally said, coming to a stop somewhere near Jo again.
"So why exactly is it that you think this room full of people's gonna take what you're saying well?"
He realized then that he wasn't scared of the thing. The Researcher. There was little that scared him anymore. And she wasn't scaring him. He was simply angry with her, with the situation.
"You know if the goal here is to cause us pain, we're gonna take it outta your ass. One way or another."
He still wasn't armed, and it wasn't really a threat. It was a statement. It was said calmly, even if there was a tone to the words.