Daryl has been pacing their pretty cage for a while now, clearly searching for something. He runs his hands along the sleek walls, tests the strength of the locked doors, and pulls at every latch and rung he can find. Nothing seems to be giving him what he's looking for.

(He's looking for materials to make a shiv, but he hopes these stuffy pricks have their heads too far up their asses to guess his aims.)

He doesn't look up from the door handle he's trying to disconnect from the door when one of his fellow 'exotics' asks a perfectly innocuous question. Perfectly innocuous, and perfectly ridiculous. "I look like a damn astronaut to you?"