Looking back to the curtain, he sighed heavily. "I Had family once..." he told her, frowning. "But this place took it from me" he told her, just touching on the subject, seeming to drift a little when he spoke about it. He hated this place, but remained to stop the same fate becoming of another prisoner.<br/><br/>"You fight" he told her. "Just because you can't kill them, it doesn't mean you can't kick the absolute screaming piss out of them" he told her, simply. "Its the rule in all groups... You grab the biggest, meanest looking one there and start throwing punches... And you don't stop until he hits the ground" he told her. "They are just like the prisoners... If they think you can handle yourself, they'll more often than not retreat" he explained.<br/><br/>"The only thing you have to fear are shockrods" he told her. "They don't leave a mark, but they weaken your muscles... Get hit with one enough, and you are a heap on the floor" he said, then looked up at her.