Looking up at the door, frowning, he rubbed his neck. "Well, one rat'er tenderized version. Might increased de bone count in m'face. Dey shot me wit' someti'ng."
He frowned at the growing bruise to her head. "What about yourself? Nasty shiner, but any bones? De cough ain't too pleasin' t'hear."
He grunted and lifted her a bit to what light there was in the dank room. "I'm Remy, and I'll be de night's entertainment."