Sephiroth: *slowly shakes his head* I don’t feel that feverish, but I just have a really sore head. I feel like my brain is going to explode or something… *lowers his head and rests his forehead in his hands* It just really hurts.
Technician: It takes a small while to implement, his mindset has shifted from escaping temporarily any way. His highest priority is the pain at the moment. I might suggest taking food in there as his stomach is empty, but he probably won’t eat it. *glances at the monitors as they begin to beep* Your experiment is running a slight fever. 99.78 degrees fahrenheit and slowly rising. I suggest administering standard over the counter asprin.
Moetua’mee: *finally enters the area, dragging a shackled and bound Hojo with her* Who wanted this meat-sack? *shoves Hojo forward in a careless manner, growling as he nearly stumbles over* Watch yourself, idiot.
Hojo: *His arms have been clasped behind his back in a solid black alien metal alloy brace, and his legs have been bound with the same metallic shackles, a beam of lightning-like plasma running between them. He glares back at the female Sangheili who shoved him, but he can do nothing as his mouth has been covered with a mask that prevents him from speaking*