Harlock exhales softly once the Guards scramble away.

"Calm yourself," He whispers as the woman as she managed to get an arm free, attempting to take a swing, but her aim was off thanks to Madeline's announcement, confusion crossing her face. The pirate pulls away, as starts to draw one of the bolt cutters out. "You got the right spirit, but the wrong time - Help is coming. Take this, it'll help you and anyone else willing to fight when the time comes."

"...You're helping us?" She repeats, uncertain if it is true or some kind of trick.

"Yes. For freedom," He answers. "Who here is sick, or injured - the -" The man pauses, fishing for the word, what did those interrogators say on his bad days before he escaped? Ah. "Worse."

"Are you trying to get us killed?" A lionkin piped up.