Ark felt someone shaking him. He groans and sits up before crumpling back down. "I'm awake." He says in a weary slur. He looks at her with his eyes that wanted to close. They opened again and he looked at her. She didn't give him a chance to answer. So he just stayed quiet. If and when she gave him an actual opportunity to answer he would. His underweight frame easily lifted and thrown into a cell. He groans and sits up. Turning and the oversized coat fell off his undernourished form. The clothes he wore tattered and torn. He looks at her. "I know how to do that. Can't do shit if I have nothing in my body with which to work." He says. His hat falling to the ground and reveals his sexy features. His body muscular yet beyond skinny. He was starving. He looks at the man and the dog. "Why would I try to escape. I'm not running from you people. I'm running but not from you people." He lays his head back a bit. "Nice dog." He says simply. "Hello demon. I have about as much meat on my bone as a skeleton but your welcome to chew on me. Quite used to bad shit happening." He shakes his head. "........" He says nothing for a moment. "You people pirates?" He asks. Noticing the garbs.