As he continued to observe his surroundings, Jacque found himself cringing slightly at the combination of one of his fellow captive's harsh manner of speaking, and the actions of one of the others, who had seen fit to sink her teeth into someone before getting cracked in the back of the head with a baton. The man hardly had a chance to give input to his pet however, as he and the other prisoners were herded off of the vessel and into a merchant's shop. Jacque had pretty much given up most of his hope for escaping the market, however, escaping the buyer that would come for him would be all too easy if he was smart, and more importantly, patient, though he wouldn't have been opposed to getting away at the moment should he see the chance. 

Within the mesh cage clutched in Jacque's hand however, Coal was growing extremely ill tempered. She was not nearly as content to sit by as her owner, and as such, began to uncoil and strike at the bars of her cage. The cage rattled in Jacque's grip, that is, until the handle snapped off and sent the cage sprawling to the ground. Jacque cursed and leaned down to pick up the cage, only to recoil as it was dented from another strike, "The fuck is your damage Coal?" he muttered to the serpent before it clicked: the cage seemed relatively sturdy, but upon closer inspection, the materials used were actually a bit cheap looking. Jacque figured that it was likely meant to hold small mammals such as raccoons, opossums, and any other creature of that size and strength. Coal was no small mammal, and while she could fit perfectly fine in the cage whilst coiled up, it didn't change the fact that she was still five feet and seventeen pounds of nearly solid muscle. Jacque seized the distraction presented as one of the captive clamped down onto a baton after goading a guard, and knelt down and tucked at a few holes in the cage that had been widened, hissing under his breath as the materials cut into his fingers. It took several moments, but Jacque finally achieved his goal; opening up a hole wide enough to pull Coal out. With his pet now wrapping around his waist like a belt, Jacque stood up, looked at his fellow slaves, and clapped his hands together, splattering a bit of his blood in the process as a plan was formulated, one that hinged on a response to his next few words: "Who's in the mood for a good ol' fashioned bare knuckle brawl?"