From his splayed out position on the floor he thought for a second. The charred muzzle no longer silencing him but the remains of it were still uncomfortable. He did however want rid of the shackles, he just didn't have the strength to right now. He hummed again. The collar spoke "If you wouldn't mind" it was so embarrassing to ask for help. He was anxious and still scared. Having never met a Scath before he was glad Zevrisya would at least not have the knowledge to recognise whether he was agitated or not. Hopefully he could pass himself off as a tough monster that nobody fucks with.