Footfalls. He was coming. They were fast, and heavy. Kovit was in a hurry. The zannie normally could care less about Reyes' captives. Unless he was hungry. Then that was a different story.

Oh god... how were you ever going to get out of this mess...

More footsteps. He finally came to your cell door, and leaning his head against the glass separating you from him, he narrowed his eyes at you. He held his switchblade in his left hand, spinning it casually.

"You." He growled.