Glaring at Malachi, Sara slowly put the pin back in her hair and placed her hat back on her head. It seemed like lockpicking wasn't an option either.

Before Sara could think of anything else, she froze and frowned, trying to discern a sound pointed out by Red. It was getting closer. Sara wasn't sure that she wanted it to be what she thought it was, and Malachi's yapping on top of Red's yelling wasn't helping her to confirm anything.

Suddenly the door to the cell block failed. Loudly, and with a lot of smoke. Sara stepped back and shielded her face with her hands, shocked by the explosion. When she lowered her arms there were a bunch of armed strangers in blue uniforms. Sara didn't recognise anything about them, but they mentioned breaking them out, and that was enough for her. Shooting out the locks certainly made them more believable.

Sara was at a loss for words at first, she glanced around and came to her senses after being asked if she had any weapon proficiency. "Whatever polearm you've got, preferably a halberd," Sara replied. It was wishful thinking to hope that they would have anything other than spears on them in terms of polearms, and she would manage well enough with a spear, but it didn't hurt to try. "Who are you guys?" She asked with a mix of confusion and confidence.