"Take it easy--" He raised a hand toward her to steady her, then raised both, showing himself (disturbingly) unarmed. He'd love to have a gun right now, or a knife, or something other than just his fists, but he'd make do as soon when the time came.

And then the realisation struck. He'd heard words in his head before, someone else's thoughts, but it wasn't like this, it was deeper, it was--

His hand practically flew to that sore spot at the back of his neck. "What the hell did they do," Mike growled, thoughts immediately turning to rage, pure rage as his head whipped toward the cell door. There were bars at a height that he could see through but he wasn't sure about her, and that was good enough because he was the one at the door, grabbing hold of the bars and looking out, almost daring anyone to be visible.