Yep, someone yellow, and fugly, and horned, playing Red Baron with your delicate piece of genius.

The-- thing (demon or gargoyle or alien or whatever he is)-- turns to look in Glitch's direction, brows (okay more like horny brow ridges, whatever) arched, momentarily pausing his play with the toy. There is, yes, a prisoner-standard Taxon bracelet on one wrist.

"Ah, there's a question for the ages!
"But I think the answer's sadly negatory.
"After all, could you break cages
"Then you'd not be here in Purgatory."

The creature looks briefly pensive, shrugs, grins broadly, and resumes 'play'.

This includes crying out, "Captain, we're hit!!" and causing the drone in his hand to burst into flame, which he then idly chucks Glitch's direction.

"Going down."