"We're in luck." Mercy states, pulling the multi-tool out of the bag. As she suspects, a flick of a switch and a little blade comes popping out of the top slot. The medical kit is a fantastic find and she makes a note to transfer it to her supplies when this is all said and done. After all, what's a wolf going to do with it, right?

The cage is both anchored by rope and partially constructed of it. Thick coils of it tie the edges together and reinforce the corners. Crude, basic construction - Mercy does wonder where they got all of this rope, though. It could be natural fibers braided into tight cords, or the Storyteller could have given it to them, or perhaps there was a third option she hadn't considered yet.

"It will take a little time to do so, but I believe I can saw through the ropes holding this cage together." She picks the side opposite the bludroc pen, where less apes are gathered. Adding over her shoulder as a formality: "My name is Mercy, by the way. I don't believe we've met?"