With a huff, Yuri lumbers over closer to the bars, eying her distrustfully. She was here when -- no. No, the pain didn't come from her. He thinks. He remembers he's annoyed with her, though it takes him a moment to place why that would be.

I told you to leave, he says after a bit of deliberation. Turning on his heel, he stalks along the bars, bumping them with his shoulder at each pace to test their solidity.