Angder looked down at the mask in his hand... he had barely taken in the fact frost had given it to him until now, he had caught it on instinct. he turns it over, thoughtfully...
He glances over at the camera. Moving over to it like a zombie. he reaches out, and, expressionless, turns it to face the wall. He then grins, hopefully they would write it off as a crazy worker, rather than an escape attempt. He put the mask on over his face, it fit fairly well...
He once again felt the itchy feeling of his collar on his neck, slightly too tight, he was half tempted to try to cut it off with his blade, but putting a sharp object so close to his neck seemed unnecessarily dangerous. but trying to sneak out with it visible was unlikely to work.
He moved over to one of the other workers, a lizard, he seemed to be unconscious, probably for the best... Angder reached down, and carefully cut a large strip from the lizards shirt, thick enough to hopefully cover the collar. It was fortunate some of the medics experimented on themselves, otherwise this really would be impossible, still, he had a suspicion it was not going to work.
Oh and so WHAT? does it REALLY matter? Lets just go stick it as far as possible to those **censor** maybe I should forget escape and shove that blade somewhere painful for the factory and th~
Angder stopped himself, he had to try to get out, that was his goal, if he got a chance to kill the iron goddess, one of the medics, or that damn Tiger, he would. For now he wanted out. He tied the strip around his neck, covering the collar as best he can, he then moved to the door, unsteady due to his mechanical leg.
He just had to pray no-one was waiting for him just outside...