You rap your fingers against the metal bars with a tinge of disappointment. You'd expect having a damn werewolf in your custody to liven things up a bit, but alas. Smelling of wet dog and mud is probably the most entertaining thing she's done so far. Her expression is blank. Frustratingly unreadable.

"..."

As expected, no response. The disheveled figure's been huddling in the corner ever since she was dragged in last night, Chains hang heavy from her neck and feet.