Birkin took a few shaky breaths, trying his hardest to calm himself down. Not that it worked, exactly. In reality, his eyes were darting around the room, looking for... He didn't know what, exactly. Help in some form or other.

"If I'd decided to twist that ridiculous thing, I doubt you'd be so smug right now. I was proving a point; not trying to hurt you. And I'm not upset." In a massive amount of pain and scared to death was a bit closer to the truth. Birkin swallowed hard, eyes still darting along the walls. He was going to get himself killed in this stupid place wasn't he? A fitting end, he supposed. "Someone's going to come looking for me, Stein." Though the scientist figured if anyone even noticed his absence, their reaction would be more jubilant than worried.