Date: 2010-05-14 01:11 am (UTC)
Al had one hand on his neck and the other in a threatening fist for longer than couple seconds, but unfurled when Snobbig was out of sight. "Yeah, real fucking charming," he spat, voice hoarse and obviously overused. He turned to Kara an pointed a thumb back over his shoulder, "If I was saddled with that guy for a boyfriend, I think I'd just as soon quit all together." Not to say that was Al's choice, but just a comment on how very little that idea appealed to him.

There was hardly a pause. "You okay?" He'd been worried that she might have taken a beating in the aftermath of the terrible and vicious death he'd imagined for Foster after he and Stern had left. It was a bit dark, but she looked like she was moving well enough.

As he awaited her answer, he curled his fingers around the smooth, cool bars and looked out to gain as much information about the space as possible. They were hidden in pretty deep and escape was most definitely not an option. Just to check, he rattled the bars and confirmed Gibbons had locked the door. No easy escape for them.

Al turned and surveyed the cell now that his eyes had adjusted. Cozy. And wasn't it interesting they'd put them together? This stinks he thought to himself.
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