"Right, ill see what I can do." And with that he made his way back down to the holding cell. The fox nodded to the agents and they opened the door, locking it immediately after he entered. Pulling off his mask and scratching at his scarred muzzle, he looked over at the blood dripping down the wall. "Redecorating I see." He spoke, turning to Zaida. "I hope you are enjoying your stay at least."