The riot could have been going on for an hour or a week for all Durlin knew. He was doing well not to participate in it, sitting in his cell and peering through the door that had swung open rather suddenly, the same time as the lights went off and low powered emergency lights started their foreboding glow. It hadn't taken long for the block to descend into chaos. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air like a mist, swirled with the oily humidity of sweat. For the moment, no one bothered with him where he sat watching in disinterest.
In and out of the rectangle of insight to the ongoing riot, there came and went a tall, lanky figure with a large and heavy collar around his neck. He knew of the man in question, one Abner Krill. He seemed to be having a great deal of trouble, wavering back into sight with one man, two men, three on and off hanging from the collar, working hard to rip Krill free. Apparently without the desire of Krill to be free.
It had been gong on an age, it felt. If the men succeeded, everyone could be in danger. Savant shouldn't care, should keep to himself and look to the floor or try to sleep or... whatever he was supposed to be doing at this time of day.
Instead, he stood up and went to lean on the door frame, taking stock of the situation.