Try to catch their attention.

Dago looked up to try to see who was holding a lantern in this pitch black shit-hole, but the shadows across the person’s face made them completely unrecognizable. They were speaking to the person across the hall from Dago in hushed tones, so much so that he couldn’t even make it out. The person set the lantern down for a moment and took something from the person in the cell.

Dago swallowed heavily and decided that he could only go up from here, “Hey, who’s there?” he called.

The person looked up and Dago swore he could see glowing green eyes. It freaked him out a little bit, but the person drew closer to his cell. He heard a woman’s voice whispering to him.

“Oh, you’re the lucky sinker who Levi picked up,” the voice said, “You don’t look like an Archer, like they said. Nothing like my sweet Tobias.”

Dago was a bit taken aback by the odd speech from this woman. She sounded like she was hissing, vaguely and was talking about him like he was related to his late superior. That was really idiotic, he thought. He didn’t know much about his family, but he was pretty certain he wasn’t white…

There was a hissing sound from the woman again, “You could come with me, you aren’t related to me, after all. Just Dimitri, just him, not me.”