The leader of the little group's threat elicted another very disturbing, raspy sounding chuckle from Trinity. She knew the other two would not give in to his demands, and prayed one of the prisoners would be stupid enough to give her an excuse. She wondered who would be lucky enough to have their entrails emptied onto the ground, her claws sliding against one another in anticipation and creating another unpleasant sound, like knives being sharpened.