"Well that was easy enough." Fear is steadily ebbing away the grogginess he feels, jades struggling to focus as he hears the click of shoes against cement drawing closer. "You humans really are too easy to dismantle. A little chloroform and poof~! It's lights out." Without warning, there is suddenly a sharp crack against his ribs as he's kicked viciously to the side.
Coughing in protest, Barnaby tries to pull himself up, realizing through the haze that his arms are bound. Graciously however, his legs are not; and he vaults himself up onto his feet. "Oh, you do have some spunk left in you. Good~" It's all he can do to avoid the attacks, and still some manage to land, pushing him further into a corner.
"If you wanted a fight, you should have left my arms free," he snarls, trying to not let panic overwhelm him as he feels the wall brush against his fingers.
"Now why would I want that? After all, its only fitting you die the way you killed one us. Bound, with no where to run." Barnaby doesn't remember seeing the android holding a gun, but there's one there now, charging slowly, glowing as the energy builds up. But its not enough, no, he continues forward, shoving the gun hard against his throat until Barnaby coughs, inciting him to slam a heel down hard onto one of his feet, to no effect.
"Sweet dreams, human scum."
There are no ropes tying his wrists behind his back. Not even the slightest indication of that there ever were, and yet he's still checking himself over again frantically, swiping at his face as if there was remaining chloroform there.
He knows there are still probably androids out there. Knows that not all of them will be programmed with a proper safety mode. Knows that ever since he unraveled the real story behind his parents deaths that he is no longer safe.
Research. He needed to do research on these things. Find where they were weak, so if he had to fight one again he'd be prepared.
It was the only thing that reassured him enough to fall back asleep.
