[i]Red, Malachi, Tyme,[/i] Sara repeated in her head. If she were honest, she didn't much trust any of them. Except maybe Red, but he wasn't exactly threatening. "Now what?" she thought out loud, looking around her cell once more. The lock on her cell door caught her eye.

Sara stood up and walked over to the lock, kneeling down to get a closer look at it. She was quickly reminded how little she knew about lock picking, and it looked sturdy. A couple of solid tugs on the door as well as futile attempts to bend the metal bars confirmed its strength. She put one hand on her hip and the other up to itch the back of her head. [i]That rules out the door,[/i] Sara thought.

She proceeded to then pace around her cell, occasionally tapping her heel against the floor. It was all stone, no wood or trap doors. A look up at the ceiling didn't seem to show any other exploits in her cell. [i]It doesn't look like this was adapted from a building with a different purpose,[/i] She thought, [i]A solid cell, nothing else to it. This is either a governmental setup, or they knew we would be survivors.[/i] She quietly chuckled to herself, [i]Unless of course they just happened to have some cells lying around.[/i]

After successfully establishing that her cell was secure from the inside, Sara let out a long sigh through her nose, then looked over to her fellow prisoners. "Anyone here know how to pick locks?" Sara hazarded, removing her hat and producing a hair pin from nearby her ear.