Connie
"But a simple alchemist, my dear." He retorts, followed by a singular chuckle as he pulls a black sheet off of the back of a horse. "Of course, I wouldn't tell you the whole truth, that would be rather daft of me. But I, too, am no animal." The alchemist unfolds the sheet, stepping up onto the front of the carriage, where the seat and reins are situated, giving him leverage to toss the sheet over the cage. 

Doing just that, he tosses the black cloth awkwardly over the top as he notes the shifters now standing position, taking a moment to fix the piece by the corner before stepping up to carriage, taking a seat and the reins to whip at the horses, another loud "Ya" Erks the horses to begin moving. 

"Mind telling me your name?" He calls back to the cage as they move onto a dirt path. "I assume you have one?"
Joseph
Really? He had to put a sheet over the cage? Now she had no idea where he planned on taking her, she could only hope he planned on staying in North Feyshore. The shorter the distance, the quicker she hoped to be out of this damned cage. Her feet continued to burn, the thick skin under her paws would most likely be bloodied and raw by now. 

Her feet slid from underneath her as the sudden movement of the cage threw her off balance. The sound of her hitting the bottom of the cage with her large body could easily be heard as he asked for her name. Did he really think she would give it to him so freely? *Why don't you share your name first?* She asked, attempting to stand again but was immediately knocked back to the floor of the cage. *I want to know the name of the person I plan on turning into dog meat.*
Connie
Danico let out a loud chuckle, amused by the shifters attitude, especially given the situation. It's not like she could get him anyway. "Empty insults won't get you anywhere." He retorts as the shifter falls around behind him. "But I'm sure you'll come to know in due time, girl. Not that names matter anyway, this is only for research, after all. Once I'm finished with what I need from you, you'll be free to go and you'll never see me again." 
The feelings of others clearly were no bother to him, made only more obvious by the fact that this shifter behind him is sitting in the shifter equivalent of a fire pit. Though it could be mistaken as a simple oversight to most, this was most certainly intentional to Danico. *Prolonged exposure to silver* Was one of his research points, after all. Along with a myriad of other experiments he had planned in the name of research!
Joseph
Empty? She was sure to make sure she followed through with her threat the moment she had the chance. Cecilia's stomach dropped when the man who captured her mentioned experimenting. She personally has never been experimented on, sure she had been tortured before but that was nothing compared to a person picking at her like some lab rat. That was Jackie's job for all she cared. *You better hope that I never see you because I'm going to make sure your death is a slow and painful process.* 

Her head began to ache as the silver she had been laying on was starting to get to her. It was both the pain combined with the silver fillings that clamped onto her blood matted fur. It felt like she was being bathed in boiling water, she could only hope the destination was close. The next time she attempted to speak to him through the mental link she had set up between them, her voice was a mere whisper. The silver was making her weak physically and mentally, almost like a drug. *Where are you taking me.*

Did you mean Cecilia Lyanah?