Zelus sighed an looked at the ceiling, "Well, first thing you can do is refrain from using that spit junk. No offense, it is nasty. Second I don't think you can do anything else seeing how I am handcuffed to a bed." Zelus thought about snapping his wrist to free one his hands, but decided against it with Venders being near. Looking around for something to maybe use as leverage Zelus released a sigh, "How long am I being held?"<br/><br/>Gragas yelled behind the guards as they took her to the bed, "Ya migh' wanna treat her head, seems like it is bleedin'." After the guards were gone, Gragas took the tray and dumped all of the food to an onto his cot, swinging the tray around and hitting things until it broke. Gathering a shard and hiding it on himself he began to break the rest of the tray, grinding it into pieces with his heel. Calling for the guards he asked for a broom, "Sorry, something about the new girl set me off," Gragas lied, "If you give me a broom I'll clean it up." A guard nodded and fetched a broom, after all, how often as the old man caused them trouble?<br/><br/>"Want some grub love?"