She moves closer to Riley, almost in a protective manner.

Trisha didn't like how the voice sounded of the man but stayed with the group.
Shade was grumbling,a lot.

Aaron glared at the man, or more the general direction of him. He was one of the few people she generally despised. She shuddered a bit. These people scared her, that she didn't deny, but for as much as she feared them, she hated them twice as much.

Lio was relieved Nicote hadn't died for giving a watch to the guy and also relieved Nicote was still keeping up with his favorite pastime...that was good, a busy Nicote was a not-cussing Nicote. Uusually.

Cole shivered. Nicote and his job were....scary sometimes.

For his own part, Nicote looked quite relieved it was over.

(okay can I just get one thing...

Recap xD?)

(basically the newbies just arrived, and now the warden dude is being intimidating)

(The new Kesha arrived, the warden came out, Nicote just went up to the dude and escaped wih his life)

(The newbies arrived and the Warden showed himself and Nicote offered him a watch that he had fixed)

After the Warden had spoke, out came the cherries on the sick cake that lie before them: there were two creatures who trotted out after their master. If the devil had dogs, it would be these. They were huge, bigger than Irish wolfhounds, their heads easily level with Victoria's shoulders. The creatures glistened in the red light of the prison, and it took Vicky a while to work out why. When she realized, she almost threw up.

They didn't have any skin. Their slick bodies were made up of muscles and tendons that bulged in plain view, throbbing gently with the beating of their hearts. As they moved you could see their insides working, the muscles stretching then contracting, finally tensing when they came to a halt. Their faces, too, were entirely void of fur, two silver eyes embedded into their flesh and glaring at the new group like they were dinner. Victoria took an involuntary step back but stopped dead when the dogs started growling.

"It doesn't take long to learn obedience in this place," came the voice again. "And obedience is the difference between life, death, and the other varieties of existence on offer here in Furnace." The man stepped forward, his dogs trotting by his heels. "Obey my rules and you'll do just fine. Disobey them and you'll soon learn that here your nightmares exist on the same plane as you, they stalk the same corridors and haunt your cells. It's only me that stands between you and insanity. Anyway, where are my manners? My name is Warden Cross, and I run this institution. I know tho you are, and I know your crimes. But everybody is guilty, so we do not judge you by the paths you took, only by the way you choose to live in this prison."

Shade seemed pale at the sight of the dogs,stiff and unmoving.
Trisha didn't seem bothered except for one thing. Her smokey gray eyes tinted soft sea green and she didn't even do an eyeroll or scoff as the warden spoke.