Obsidian turned back around, as she looked down allowing her wavy black hair to fall into her face to hide it. She sat silent, almost as silent as Death as she pondered their situation, she could feel her wings flexing against the chains, causing them to pull tighter across her shoulders. She reached up and tried tugging at the chains, but it was useless, those scientists held the key to the pad lock. She stayed silent as she let her hands fall back against her side.