Jasper enters the south room.
Marvel is restrained, limbs completely held down and connected to tubing. He has a collar around his neck. He remains completely unconscious, and appears to have multiple puncture wounds, presumably from his time in the cage.
A tank containing some kind of liquid is close by, the familiar substance within too dark for any light to reflect off of it. The tubing on Marvel’s limbs connects directly to the tank.
The cage type is tapping buttons as best as it can with its relatively short arms, having to sway and waddle just to reach. It doesn’t seem bothered by Marvel’s presence in the slightest, almost playful and carefree in its button pressing. It hasn’t noticed Jasper yet.
Jasper is completely still, frozen in panic. The only exit is the way they came.
They have to do something.