Chilton gave Connors a once-over, evidently pleased that the other doctor was compliant in their experiment. A surrender of his shirt certainly proved some measure of commitment, and Chilton felt that he now had an implicit license to be rather proactive. He offered a warm, tight smile for Connors -- it was the sort of expression that his patients back in Baltimore knew well.

"Bricks," he repeated, jerking a corner of his mouth downward and tilting his head. That was a fairly remarkable show of strength, and something valuable to consider. Steel was denser than any manmade brick layers, so perhaps an additional layer -- but that would require another door, another obstacle of forcing him in, if the circumstance had come to that. Ideally, however, Connors would be sedated and transported to act out the rest of his Lizard episode, before he could contact any other potential victim.

"What if the interior was covered? With another layer, another ring, perhaps?"

Chilton moved behind his buzzing equipment, rummaging for two things: an electric prod and grizzly bear fitted shackles. Those shackles were heavy, iron chains -- and he couldn't move them both together.

"What do you think of these?"