As the recently captured rebels were allowed into the larger ‘common’ room, Pavel took to sitting off to a side with his back against the mirrors. He tried his best to avoid looking at himself so that meant focusing on the ground beneath him. They say idle hands do the devil’s work, and Pavel had ample time and nothing else to do. What he lacked in physical materials to get himself and his fellow captives out of their situation, he made up for with plans. Half-baked and some ridiculous. There were at least a dozen that were desperate, and others that were forming a more solid base of action. Something almost plausible.
He had to believe that in the case a rescue wasn’t possible... maybe they would be able to rescue themselves. Maybe- Maybe he could prove his worth to Scott and the rest of the pack again. To his father.