Zacharias shook his head, a dry laugh escaping him when he realized just who was outside his cell. Cade Warrington. Well, wasn't that just special. "I don't know," he said, leaning back against the wall, "those seem like odds I might want to take." It might even help to get him out of his damn head for a moment. Because if he wasn't getting out of this cell anytime soon, he would take whatever he could get.
"All I've been doing is sitting here, so I could use the exercise." He stretched his limbs a little, putting motion back into his body and shaking the heavy feeling in his head. Zacharias was honestly exhausted, but that wasn't something he was going to show. Instead he would do what he had always done best and just default to his basic setting. "That or breakfast, funny how peckish this shit makes a man."