She walked into the cell, a little shy of the male. When the door shut behind her, she took a quick look around the room. It was quite simplistic. There was a bed, chains on the walls and a radio. Losing interest in this room's design, Dakota crossed her arms and turned to the subject. "So what are you? The Wolf? Gentleman? Stitcher?" She asked, remembering the Administrator's words. She certainly hoped he wasn't the stitcher, the name didn't sound too pleasing.