The loud rumbling voice apparently came from a massive newcomer, now shambling from his room. He appears to be entirely unclothed, and is merely wrapped in his prison issue blanket. He's nearly 8 feet tall, and built like a furry Greek god. Covered from head to toe in short fur, the man bears what is pretty much a completely normal looking tiger's head atop an otherwise humanoid frame. His head and fur are covered in the typical tiger pattern colouration of orange and white with black stripes, and his eyes are an intense sold orange. Like an animal, his irises seem to take up his entire eye, with no whites visible at all. Holes from several piercings that are presently absent are visible along the ears that twitch atop his head.
He shuffles into the room, and drops into one of the chairs fixed to the floor, which you would expect to squeal under his weight, but does not. With his height and muscle mass, the fellow must easily top around 400 lbs. He grabs the tray of bacon from Piper and upends it onto the table in front of him, tossing the tray back on the table forgotten.
Two more figures wander out of the cat-man's room; an unremarkable but attractive looking blonde woman, and a lithe looking young women of Asian descent.
The overhead intercom, silent until now, crackles to life, "Prisoner 1138-294; you are to remain fully dressed within the common area at all times. You have been warned before."
The Tiger-man grabs a handful of bacon, making as though he would be clawing it up, but where claws look like they might extend from his thick-stubby fingertips, metal caps protrude. Awkwardly pawing the meat into his hand, he lifts it up chewing all most the lot of what remains in one mouthful. Whatever is covering his claws, the massive teeth in his mouth bear no such restrictions.
"Prisoner 1138-294, remove yourself from the common area. You have 30 seconds."
The giant munches slowly on the bacon, slowly turning his eye from each one of the newcomers to the next. When he reaches Roulette, he winks.
The speaker kicks in with a digital voice saying, "10, 9, 8..."
The giant continues lazily munching his bacon until about the count of 5. Then he stands up, points at Dunwich saying, and wanders unhurriedly back to his room. The whole while, mechanical and electrical whooshing sounds can be heard from behind various walls. Pausing at the door so that the two ladies can enter in front of him, he makes eye contact with Roulette, and raises both eyebrows a few times suggestively. Finally, just as the counter hits zero, he slams his door, much harder than necessary. The counter switches off and a red security light on the ceiling switches back to green.