Matthias considered the boy, eyes running up and down him. No way this kid belonged in here... the clothes just didn't seem to fit right. Not size or anything, it was just... like putting a bulldog in a tutu, or something like that.
"I'm a prisoner here."
Matthias heard the quiver in the boy's voice. He was terrified. Understandably so, if the lad had to go through the same stuff he did. Suddenly, Matthias frowned.
"Wait. I'm a prisoner too. How 'come you get the fluffy pink room with the bed and I get the chains and the stupid guards?"
Tic just stood there, staring and shaking slightly, unsure of how to answer.
"Hmm. Would you happen to know where Larkin is? The little prettyboy needs to die."
After a pause, the child managed to stutter "He left to g-go find... you, I guess..."
Matthias frowned. "That ain't good. He'll prolly find out I'm not there and come looking for me... help me barricade the door."
The outlander pushed the heavy bed as best he could from one end of the room toward the door, leaving the bewildered, frightened, and more than a little bit confused Tic standing there.
The outlander frowned. "Well? Come on."
The boy hesitated, then joined the cyborg. They positioned the bed against the door. Matthias continued grabbing foreign objects and stacking them on the bed, adding weight. Moments later, he sat down on what little room was left on the bed and looked at Tic.
"So... what'd you do to get thrown in this hellhole?"