Yoko would indeed have been further pissed off by the good brat. Expecially when the damn cowardly navy bastard tried that before. He about took out his eye with a spoon. Which also ironically turned out to be the last time he was allowed near silverware. He was inventive at finding weapons in any normal every day object. His mother had raised him well for the years she had been able to. He was smart like his father and never forgot a lesson learned. Sometimes he just chose to do whatever he wanted to do anyways. He oofs as he hits the wall of the large room. He wasn't sure he was going to eat too much. Might find himself poisoned, drugged, or both. he wasn't risking it. A bit of poison and drugging he could handle. A lot of it was lethal...sometimes. It didn't kill him as he wasn't able to die easily. He was immortal to a point but he didn't know this fact. Just knew that he was needing to find something to defend himself with. He tried to move but was far to physically weakened to do so. He growls at his bodies inability to move like he commanded it to do. He rubs his back. Pulling his shirt out of the pants he wore. Rubbing his backside and moved to a sitting position. Only half facing the doorway. A glimmer of his birthmark able to be seen but not enough to realize what it was yet. That would take his lower backside being totally viewable. Or you trying to view above his ass.