[ Norman looked annoyed, but not exactly angry. His annoyance was pretty calm, and he sat back in his seat casually and let his disinterest -- possibly his boredom -- be known. His hands clench and unclench in the handcuffs, though. Restlessly. And anyone that looks at him will be regarded with a glare.
He had had a feeling he would get voted in, and it was certainly in part that Nygma and Stark were stuck here too that kept him smug. Although, of course, that also meant sharing a room with them. ]
Norman Osborn
He had had a feeling he would get voted in, and it was certainly in part that Nygma and Stark were stuck here too that kept him smug. Although, of course, that also meant sharing a room with them. ]