[ he stares up without flinching or expression. The faint briny odor of dead fish is stronger now, as is the smell of earth. Both just emphasize how out of place this thing is here. Maybe in the ocean or wherever it came from, it's a fearsome hunter that has no trouble killing as it pleases. But that's definitely not the case now. ]

Nope. I think you can handle one, or two. But a whole group's a different problem.

[ his voice is flat, all traces of his earlier chirpiness gone. ]

Say they come walkin' around that corner right now. [ with a sharp swish of his tail, he indicates the end of the hallway. ] When you don't talk, you look scary enough that they'll probably run away to get more people to drag you back into your prison. Then it's probably over for you, right? So you can't let a single one escape.

Can you do that, without legs?