Vanessa's eyes widen in shock, her ears folding back a little.

That answers some questions, but it raises a whole lot more...

"Inhuman filth," she repeats, slowly. She looks past Metabee, at what she can make out of the other cages... It makes sense enough for someone like her, but – Baelheit...? "Is that everybody you've locked up, then? Inhuman filth?"