As the other man was on the phone he had to wonder how far the white coats would want them to go. The girl was at least well into her teens but no where near being a woman, the green halter fit well but wasn't anything he would chase down the street.  He had put away the taser once the pup had left, and she hadn't budged when she pulled although he was sure the scientists wouldn't be pleased to see bruises he had a firm hold on her arm, she wouldn't be going anywhere. With the announcement of how far the geeks were saying to go he had to admit he was surprised, but then again the men did sink pretty low when there was something they wanted. "You're kidding me?" He asked the other one noticing a weird twitch in her wings, how on earth did they move those things? was it like moving an arm? He wondered as well as if the other guy was trying to set him up.<br/><br/>Raylan didn't like the man on the phone any more than she liked the ogre on her arm so watching him approach with the gleeful glint in his eyes she was grateful that the ogre had released her wings when he had brought out the taser in the hallway. Curling them closer to her she tried back pedaling again this time to the side making it so her right wing would line up with the man, not that she got very far but just turning enough to hit him would be worth the morning after bruise. Fussing to get away she snapped out her wings narrowly missing the ogre but feeling a thud from the direction of the other man, how good she got him would be the question.  Trying to twist away as the ogre dodged her wing she felt like she was only hurting herself more until she felt his hand turning the other way and her arm come free with a pinch. She bolted for the door knowing there was a large chance that it was locked, but would they really lock themselves in with the lab rats?