Yo, Sam----uuueeel.

[He remembers his respect part way through his indignant call-out. Chase being Chase, however, he quickly forgets it again;]

You gonna' uncuff me or what, you prick?

[His voice is muffled by the leather dog muzzle strapped around his face. He yanks his cuffed wrist against the metal pipe, and it makes a nice little clanking noise - and to prevent his free hand from unbuckling the muzzle, affixed around his neck is the Cone of Shame.]

I'll fucking kill you. You know that? I'll fucking k--

[And, just like that, he's silent again. The cuffs come undone, the cone unravels itself from the reality of being around his neck like an orange peel going in one piece - fading away by the captain's will. The muzzle remains affixed, for Chase to remove himself. The blonde picks himself up from the floor, rubs his wrist, and he offs his transmission.

The Captain is a Generous Woman. The hour is late, and she has released the Hound.

Stay out of the hallways.]