You could not help but turn your head. It was a statement so deranged, unhinged, sensationalist and fear-mongering that you couldn't help but be shocked by how completely pressed this man is. The others weren't paying him too much attention, either unable to hear it over their own cacophony or not believing his delusional ravings.

"That's preposterous, sir, we are trying to get you out of here," you make an attempt at calming him down.

"OH, NO, NO YOU AREN'T! THE MOMENT WE WERE PLUCKED OFF THE STREETS, WE WERE AS GOOD AS DEAD, AND NOW THAT YOU FOUND US, NOW WE'RE YOUR CATTLE!"

The screaming has grabbed Eugen's attention. You need to manage this before she tries to help. "Sir, please shut up, you are endangering everyone here to be caught by hostile-"

"I'LL TAKE MY FUCKING ODDS WITH THE FIENDS DOWN HERE THAN BE SHUTTLED OFF TO THE SAME PLACE BUT WORSE!"

You haven't a clue on how this conspiracy theorist could possibly be dissuaded from his loud ranting. It's demoralizing you, nevermind everyone else. Just as you were about to come up with some retort about how they're too valuable to just discard like this, L3 Eugen marches up to the pen's gate right beside you.

This is a lucky break; you were stumped, but now you get to see how a professional resolves situations like these.

The blue gleam of the machete catches your eye.

Sigrun reaches through the pen and stabs the man with just the tip of her machete.

With a pull on the trigger, an electric shock ripples through his body.

He falls to the ground before the unblinking audience of the others and yourself.

A few scream. A few turn their heads and say nothing.

Sigrun looks you in the eyes. "Some people refuse to accept what's good for them," she tells you before walking away to explain the exfiltration plan to others and to assure them the sound was someone hurting themself on a piece of their cage falling apart because they rattled it too much.