Oh, this? [Yeah, he knows about it. His lips curl up in clear disgust.] Yes, I know about this, I have eyes, you know. I can't believe I've been kidnapped and placed in this asinine excuse of a prison.

[He's just shooting daggers everywhere with his glare, like he can just somehow carve out an exit with his gaze alone.]

What? Don't you have better things to do, girl?