Right at this moment, a pair of guards came inside, carrying a tall, black-haired teenager that did not seem to actively resist; there would not be a point in doing that anyways. He was handcuffed with old-fashioned metallic handcuffs, instead of the standard-issue plasma locked cuffs. This was partly because he did not have the physical power to break them anyways, but mostly because it was purely mechanical with minimal moving parts. He also brandished a pair of black gloves that seemed to be made of a weird insulating material.
He suddenly fell to the ground as the guards released their grip and left.
"Yeah, have a nice day to you too. Faggot" he shouted towards the guards as they left, before she stood up and saw his new inmates. He immediately recognized Vlad, and turned towards him with the kind of happy smile that fells like something between greeting an old acquaintance and flipping them the bird. "Well well well, if it isn't Vladimir himself. It's been a while, hasn't it, Doc?" He said, clearly amused by the turn of events.