Micolash’s movement was slight, but Freddy still jerks his head back, clearly afraid the cage was going to topple over and hit him. When it does not, he continues to peer at it warily, trying to determine whether the interesting choice in headgear could be a sort of medical device, or merely an aesthetic. Who knows, maybe all the cool kids are wearing cages.

“Yeah,” he says, and lights a cigarette. It’s not like Micolash has been overtly threatening, and Mr. Orange has always been the sort to attract colorful characters. “Shit was fucked up.” He looks down at the ground, mumbling, “I was a fucking moron. I don’t want to talk about it.”

And he doesn't, so he changes the subject. "That's a pretty badass cage you got there, dude."