You are a Elemental Dragon-Creature, you are one of the only ones left to have 2 elements (your choice), you are very dangerous and powerful yet simply a display to visitors speaking of, some visitors walk past your cell you glare at them as they admire you, you get annoyed by mortals easily, as you were thinking, your scientist went in your cell, you kept a calm demeanor.

(Choose your gender, art not mine)

“How have the chemicals treated you?” He has a clipboard in his hand as usual.