[Zack's already been pacing impatiently, grumbling to himself over how he didn't know shit about any of this and playing with a switchblade. Being stuck...wasn't good. At least he could get outside -- something that he kicks himself in the head for not realizing until Apollo makes his offer.]

There's some fuckin' annoyin' phrases about this... Misery loves company? Beggars can't be choosers?

[It wasn't his first choice of company, but at least he seemed likeminded for...some things. Being outside kinds of things. Like this guy knew anything about cages. Ha.]

Let's just get the fuck outta here...