Voice froggy and rough, but not too rough to chuck some choice words her way. Hazel is largely unfazed, though she can't place the strange language that rolls off his tongue. As he spouts his threats and goes for another round of intimidation checks, Hazel leans against the opposite wall. Watching him, as best she can through the limited opening. "Buddy, if anyone was coming, they'd have already arrived."
He's going for confidence and doing a good enough job, she'd give him that. Blind confidence from a rat in a cage, but confidence all the same. "Who knows though, maybe they're still on their way. It'd be a pity if you starved yourself to death before they get here." Yawning, feigning boredom-- Hazel had to pretend she wasn't watching him with morbid curiosity.
