Dirge was sitting restrained in his cage - he was heavily secured to the floor due to his dangerous record although as he noticed a visitor he was unusually calm. he was a cyborg serial killer who was supposed to be rehabilitated although he found that concept entertaining as he was fine with who he was. He was smoking a cigarette using his integrated filters to keep the smoke detector from going off - flicking ashes in his hand without a care in the world sitting on his hydraulic casket like it was normal.
"I could say the same about you. Aside from Mr. King and his assistant you're the first person I've seen since I've been here. I'm Dirge, psychopath extraordinaire. What should I call you?" Best way to describe him was a cyberpunk Frankenstein's Monster as he was a mixture of flesh and advanced technology and although he was usually a violent lunatic he found this newcomer calming for some reason and compared to Bullseye, Moonstone and King she seemed different. "Do you smoke? I'll gladly share." Smoke around him was being sucked into vents on his shoulders as he exhaled and offered to toss his pack to her so she didn't feel uncomfortable being in claw range. If he remembered his first name he'd have given it but it was on the door of his room. He was Sebastian Bolton, a Madripoori serial killer turned Roxxon killing machine and twice in less than a week he'd almost killed Iron Man. He'd also killed just over a hundred people before he was taken down and brought here.