He felt drained, and wasn't sure what it was. It was hard enough to think, let focus, but he knew he was tired of this... fraudulent angel's posturing. He glanced at Elizabeth, and while the thought was laden with exhaustion, he made it completely clear he was going to be untied, now, or he was going to untie himself.<br/><br/>If he had to do it himself, he ejected his left arm, which loosened the ties, allowing him to stand and bring the ropes in front where he could work them off, before removing the gag and reattaching the prosthesis.<br/><br/>He then gave her an exhausted glare of utter disgust, before turning to Elizabeth. "Elizabeth, before this fake angel showed up, what happened to the hostages? I also called for reinforcements and a clean up crew. Oh, wait, they have to be or have been here, you aren't hungry any more."