Sam was in a similar position, packed up in the corner of her cell. She wasn't a crier herself, but was to the point of hyperventilating slightly, arms wrapped around her knees. She wasn't really very scared of the creature's looks, not too bothered at being pulled away from her own family, but the idea of the breeding frightened her. What kind of offspring would these beasts bear, would it be as horrid and painful as the videos she'd watched in sex-ed? She glanced up at her captors, eyes flicking to Gol. Despite his scars, she found him far less off-putting than his companion, with his chilling, dead-eyed stare.