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He did not remember falling asleep.

What he did remember was the cruel, mocking face of the female hunter as she'd loomed over him, terrible in her betrayal and her manipulation of his emotions, pretending that she'd cared when in actuality she'd been one of them all along.

He remembered the feeling of fingers in his hair, dragging his head upwards, something being looped around his neck, and then -

Darkness.

He awoke in a daze, his head spinning. It was cold here, and his face was pressed flat to the ground, his dark hair spilled around him, feathers littering the space in front him and behind him. Xavier's arm was tucked beneath him awkwardly, and was starting to prickle unpleasantly; he pulled it out, wincing as the feeling rushed back into it, and tried to sit up.

It was a terrible sensation. He felt slow, extremely sluggish, as the moving was requiring every ounce of energy that he had, and what energy there was left was minimal. The room was empty, but Xavier's head spun around in dizzying circles as he slumped back against the wall, too tired to even stand.

Where am I?

What's happening to me?

I don't want to be here.

I want to go home.

Xaejil stirred and felt uncharacteristically blinded. She found herself back in a humanoid guise, the soft red pendant stirring her memories of what happened. "RAaaaaagh!" There was an explosion of anger from her, but as her mood elevated she felt more and more sapped by the cell.

She hated the electrical humming the longer she heard it and took a seat right on the floor where she'd landed. Under her bodysuit many eyes kept watch, watching the watchers because she knew... she could sense.. that someone was there.

Then a sharp noise and she jolted, there was movement. Jil's voice was a sharp hiss, "Who's there?!"

His head turned in the direction of the voice, hissing slightly at the other unknown creature in here. Sludge couldn't tell weather it was friend or foe, and since he had been attacked and captured so easily he was on his guard. Or as much as he could be in his tired state. A weak hiss was issued in response, his warning to not come closer.

The area then became bathed in light, and he shook his long head at the momentary pain from the blindness. Now it was easy to survey his surroundings; two others appeared to be stuck in the confines with him, and on the other side of one glass wall was the one he assumed had put them there. But for what reason he couldn't be sure.

The Xenomorph bared his teeth at Ami, but did not move from his position on the floor. He didn't have any idea what was going on nor the identity of the ones in here with him, so he would have to wait and see what would happen and respond accordingly

There were two more in the room with him now; Xavier gave them both wary, unfocused looks, his head spinning in circles. He curled himself more tightly around him, his hands shaking so violently that he could hardly move them at all. At least the two other creatures were like himself (one he vaguely recognized, though he wasn't particularly sure that she knew of him); they weren't hunters, which was a tiny bit of consolation, but he didn't have much time to speak or ask them anything. The light turned on, and Xavier squeezed his eyes shut, cowering in terror against one of the walls.

He wished Helmut was here, just so he could have someone to talk to, and then changed his mind because at least she was safely away from here.

Xavier peered at the window, and at the one who was not a low-level hunter as he'd thought - as he'd been tricked into thinking. She was wearing a full level coat now, one with all the details, and he flinched, his eyes widening.

"W-what..." He croaked, his voice hoarse with fear. "W-what...do you w-w-want with u-us?"

Sludge caught Jil's expression out of the corner of his head, turning slightly to see her better. The finger to her lips was understood, and he stopped his hissing. She may know more about the situation then he, so it was only proper to listen to the more experienced one. The other boil in the room didn't seem to know, even looking petrified. There would be no help from him.

Ami then addressed the group, and he regarded her with a look of contempt. He would hiss again but since he had been told to, he merely looked as threatening as he could. On the floor. He didn't appreciate her words either, even if they were true.

When asked if he was a demon, he just stared. Not like he could answer her, but even if he could he wasn't going to.

Xavier was also silent, more so out of an indescribable terror than stubbornness or defiance. He had inched closer to the other two, wanting not to be alone, tucking his wings around himself in a terribly useless attempt at protecting himself.

Against her will, Jil felt her arm moving upwards until she held it straight, like the diligent schoolghoul she was. This elicited a hiss from between her sharp teeth. The more she tried to resist the more it was impossible and she could feel it, connected somehow, to the pulsing red pendant resting on her breast.

There was another string of dark curses from Jil, the language she'd spoke back in the haunted house. Whatever she was saying, the language itself seemed to be designed to sound offensive.