Moving is a challenge for Briggs, his face looks pained at every movement. But he at least managed to tear a piece of cloth from the sheets and tie it over his nose and mouth.

"So, that's a 'no' on fucking you, right?" He says with a small choke of a laugh. All the shit has it the fan, might as well be a smart ass. "Could've been fun. Y'know, without the drugs and coercion."

Aside from the gas seeping steadily inside, nothing else happens. No guards rush in. Their captor seems content to leave them as they are.