Cho was used to the stares. Hybrids of her kind were exceedingly rare, especially with her being female. Her eyes coldly followed the man on the other side of the glass before slamming her body violently into the wall. It did nothing, other than cause a loud vibration throughout the entire room, and that only fueled her rage.
He barely flinched watching the bison hybrid throttle the glass- he knew full well what it was made of. After all the experiences he had befriending and meeting hybrids all over, he had no reason to be afraid of them. He had no attachment to her, as to him, she was just a prisoner. “You would do well to stay in there,” he stated, his voice passive and cold, “What could possibly happen to me if I let you walk free?” His chuckle was devoid of anything but malicious glee as he turned, shutting off the lights such that Cho was alone.