Orion looked up at the sudden voices and tried to peer around, but his cage seemed to be at an odd angle pointed away from the other cages. It was difficult to even see the others. How many of them were there? So far he had heard three different voices as he blinked away the blurriness of the drugs. He coughed and cleared his throat, looking down he took note that he was no longer in his jeans and hoodie, his beanie had been taken leaving his straight black hair to fall across his face as he wriggled about the cage. It was hard to breathe, he didn't like this, and bit his lip as he felt the walls closing in. 'It's ok, it's okay,' he tried to comfort himself as he closed his eyes tightly.