Unlike the other individuals here, Reggie had allowed himself to get captured. It was part of his plot to spring a massive escape, and he knew all-to-well that he could have carried it out if he made the right moves here and now. Looking about slowly, he blinked and continued to allow himself to be pushed around.<br/><br/>While most of the laboratory animals were mice, he was a raccoon and was supposed to represent the next stage of these biological experiments. Initially the first wave would be conducted on mice, rats or guinea pigs, as they were the traditional experimental animals. The next step up from this was something larger, like a raccoon.<br/><br/>He had yellowish-to-brown fur with black markings. Naturally these markings were also drawn straight across his face as though a cosmic paintbrush had been used to place a mask around him in what was more than likely the most notable feature that a raccoon ever had.<br/><br/>Above his ears, a few tufts of fur stuck out in this way or that. For now he had to suppress his emotions and make himself look as helpless as the other individuals here. They weren't supposed to be strong or stand up against their leadership, and since that was so out of his character he was having a rough time suppressing it within himself.<br/><br/>Being prodded by one of the wolves, he eventually came to sit down next to a certain mouse that he hadn't met before.<br/><br/>With a bit of a smirk he looked over toward her and rolled his eyes, "Well, what are you in for?"<br/><br/>The brief bit of sarcasm was short lived, however, as it seemed that his captors were intent on shoving them all around. Still, he figured if he could make some contacts in here he would be that much closer to his ultimate goal of sparking some type of a revolution.<br/><br/>At this juncture, though, he wasn't showing any motivation for why he wanted to spark anything. He just wasn't able to stand seeing anyone locked away against their will, hence why he was posing as a prisoner in the hopes of getting someone to support him in his clandestine little cause.<br/><br/>Looking back to Keyootee, he smirked and tried some of that trademark sarcasm again, "Hey why don't you meet up with me for lunch later?" He continued to talk as he was prodded in the back, "I heard we're going to have the brown pellets again!"