Gar is a bit relieved to be out of the container but the gauntlet is strange and he doesn’t ask what it does. He can guess. He sort of wonders if these people talk English since he’d been taken prisoner it’s been a rare thing for someone to even talk to him and that was a bit like torture to him.

He really doesn’t understand any of this, why there are people bathing and dressing him. Why he couldn’t just have normal clothes. What had happened to his clothes anyway... he kept all his thoughts and questions to himself. He was clearly still a prisoner with weapons pointed at him. He had a feeling no one would care about just killing him.

And before he knows it he’s alone with the guards and maybe he should have taken time to ask those women questions. Would they have understood him? Would they have answered? Well, now he won’t know.

The guards definitely arent going to be any help. After a few minutes of staring dumbstruck around the room he goes to the table and starts eating. He feels like he’s starving.

Once Gar finishes he stares at the gauntlet on his wrist and then he pushes his hands through his hair as he stares at the table instead. How the hell was he going to get out of this?