[Still, it's...interesting. Raoul quietly takes note of what he sees, because those words are not at all comforting.]

I'm talking about all of us, but yes, Mister Winslow comes to mind immediately - and so does this.

[Raoul pulls the collar of his shirt down a bit to reveal the bruises around his neck. They're a couple of days old at least, definitely left by some sort of rope, but they're still not too happy-looking.]

Can you say with certainty, sir, that your employers have done nothing to us other than bring us here and subject us to their idea of a show?