He shook his head and caught her elbow to stop her from wiggling so much. "Let's not piss of dem bones any more den, huh? Still yerself, Sophie."
He stood up and paced the short room. He had bruises and scrapes as well, but the concussion was clearing up and the sprains from fighting his captors weren't escape-halting.
"Dese people, dey seem awfully familiar t'bunch of close-minded cretins from Back Dere pour moi. Went after people wit'," he flickered a eerie-eyed look to her. "...interestin' habits."