"Meeee neither." Axl agreed, a slight chuckle escaping. He honestly didn't think he was capable of having good ideas, either. It had just been bad and disastrous ideas so far.

"It does matter. It proves I tried." He stated solemnly. He hadn't just gone off guffawing half assed. No, he attempted not to, and only a very small bark of laughter had escaped.

"You literally didn't understand my words, how is that cool..." He muttered, looking highly skeptical. Didn't make sense that she could not understand his sentence and call herself cool as fuck.

He blinked slowly, obviously agreeing with her. Because blinking was now an obvious sign of agreement. Maybe in Fourth Wing.

Axl yelped in quiet pain as she moved just the slightest bit and stabbing pain shot through him from everyone. "Holy motherfucking shit balls." He growled, flexing his hands just enough to assure he still had them. "We are not the brightest..." He muttered a second later, his gaze narrowing and snapping up as the door opened.

"Ahhh, the hybrid and the girl are awake." A male voice sneered. A moment later, Axl heard a bone crunch and he damn roared in agony. "LIMP DICKED ROOSTER FUCKING COCK SUCKING HOOOOOOOOOOOLY..." His jabbering faded as he gulped down a breath of air, rage radiating off of him.

"Shut up, and also, you need to eat, man! We can't torture you if you die!" The man cheerfully said, shoving something that looked like his own shit at them and leaving. "You DO FUCKING REALIZE WE CAN'T REACH THAT." He bellowed after them, then slowly looked at his leg. He wished he hadn't. "Oh God. Kill me now." A full body shudder ran through him.

"Do or do not, there is no try," she huffed quietly. Ah, yes, quoting Yoda now. Fan-fucking-tastic. It'd probably only get worse from there.

"You wouldn't understand," she sniffed. It was all in the confidence. Well, partly. You also gotta be born at least a little cool, which... yeah, Axl definitely qualified. He just didn't really seem to fully believe himself whenever he said anything remotely smug or vain. Pity.

"Good morning to you too, kitty," she muttered, though she tried to force herself to relax a little and not move in an attempt to spare him some amount of pain. Not that it did a whole lot, all things considered, but still.

"No, we're not," she agreed, with a sad attempt at a wry smile. It turned out more of a grimace.

"Hardly. More like animated corpses," she muttered under her breath. Despite Axl's pained howling, that he was using one of her swears wasn't lost on her. BUT. You just can't beat limp dicked rooster fucker. It was S-tier gold.

"No. Fuck your mother and die, you pinko fuckstick," Norrie huffed. She had all she could do not to add on I say let it die! Let it die, let it die, let it shrivel up and die. Always a good idea to quote Mr. O'Hare from The Lorax when tied up and held captive.

"Let's keep it that way," she muttered. Frankly, whatever the fuck that was, she didn't want it any closer than it was. Just knowing it existed was bad enough.

"Mood," was all she managed. Might as well save energy for when that fuckwad came back.

"I swear, I-" Axl dropped his hand into his hand and bit the inside of his cheek. "No. Not Yoda quotes. How dare you disarm me like that." No one could resist a delightful Yoda quote at this time- no one. And he was someone. So he could not resist.

"..........." He watched her for a long moment. "Mmmmmhmmmm." He finally responded, a low humming slightly patronizing not agreement. He needed to aquire some confidence and work on the delivery, but he could be an even more insufferable asshole. Cool.

"Anything on you hopelessly shattered, darlin'?" He asked drily, dropping his head forward for a moment and letting our a very slow breath. If the pain clouding his mind would subside, he could probably pinpoint where they were.

He focused for a couple moments and a couple moments later horror washed over him. "No. No no no no no." Fuck no. This was bad. "They clocked me over the head, didn't they." That didn't sound so bad, but his system- it was all glitchy. They must've hit just right to mess up some shit. "Fuuuuuck." He hissed. The text scrolling down his view wouldn't stop. It was flickering, and occasionally bringing up a picture of Elvis Presley half naked. The wrong half. Every time he tried to pinpoint their location pain laced through his head. Then, when he tried to get into a backup area- searing pain. Every muscle in his body tightened and he sucked in a sharp breath. Okay, cyborg brain gone. Could he still control his arm? He wiggled each finger separately, then realized two of them never wiggled. Damn it.

Now he ran a full system check, which thankfully didn't cause horrid burning. Locations was down and out. Translator was fine. Google like thing was on the fritz. The specific site he used for blueprints was intact, however. Scanning system intact. He read the rest the best he could before pausing and turning on the scanner, then targeted an area a mile around them. He used the working parts of shit to match blueprints and... "I'm so fucking smart." A smirk flitted onto his face. "I know where we are. And it ain't looking pretty." A moment later, he decided to... out of curiosity... scan for Jackson's face on all video footage and everything. What he found absolutely AMAZED him. "Holy shit. Norrie. Jackson's right outside. Not caught. Yet." A passing camera on a truck he hacked had just barely picked up their face, but it had. The guy was sneaking around like a toddler, doing that weird tiptoe thing, but whatever. "Why is he here!?"

"Yes Yoda quotes. Yoda is life," she grumbled indignantly. That quote fit PERFECTLY, so nobody was allowed to disagree with it. He was asking for it.

"Yuuuup," she hummed by way of lazy argument. Just be a pompous asshole and nobody would know any different.

"Um. I don't think hopelessly shattered per se, but I can't tell," she mumbled. She was actively trying not to move whatsoever, as she had the distinct and horrid feeling that the moment she did, she wouldn't be able to again for a while. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, but also if it IS broke, don't move it.

"Oh, love that for you. How fun," she said dryly. All the more reason to kick someone's - anyone's - ass. His reaction did admittedly worry her a little, however much she tried not to show it. Dammit, he shouldn't matter to her, shouldn't fuckin worry her. She didn't care all too much when Jackson got whacked upside the head, so why him, out of literally everyone she'd ever had the displeasure of working with?

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here," she snorted. So fuckin smart? Wasn't it his idea to get blackout drunk in the first place? Whatever. Maybe he was making up for previous dumb, if wonderfully entertaining and much-needed, ideas. "Well good, but not good." Knowing where you were but knowing for damn sure it wasn't good wasn't all too helpful.

"Whut. No goddamn way." It was absolutely not possible that JACKSON, of all people, could avoid getting shot in a situation like this. Hell, Norrie was almost more inclined to believe someone was wearing his face like a mask after killing him just to be a sadistic asshole than anything else. Best not to get hopes up anyway, given the dude wasn't likely to get any further. He'd get caught, any and all fleeting thoughts of survival would die with him, and that'd be the end of it for them. Yippee, motherfucker.