Justin seemed to be way more polite to the tribal group than she wanted to be. Dried blood pulled at the back of her neck as Cameron moved her head, making her wince. The woman getting close to her, observing her, made her tense up as if she was ready to be attacked, and it was noted by the group surrounding them. She couldn't push herself to answer the question. 

"Please, do not be afraid, [i]girl[/i]. The best thing you could do for your people is be grateful for the hospitality we've shown you."  A finger lifted Cameron's chin so that she'd make eye contact with the considerably taller woman. 

[i]"You're fine, you're fine, you'll be okay."[/i] 

Cameron opened her tightly sealed eyes and looked into the swirl of green and brown that was staring at her piercingly.

"Y-yes. We want the violence to end and to provide the means for our people to sustain life." 

The woman's fingers on her chin tightened, and pulled Cameron closer to her face. "Those eyes. Almost no color in them. Your people were in Chesapeake."
Cameron winced. This was what she feared.
"Your people, [i]girl[/i], were responsible for the death of many of my men. My warriors."
She avoided eye contact with her until the hand that held her chin struck her across the face, followed by spit in her face after she nearly ricocheted off the dirt floor. 

"Our guests are staying," the stern voice boomed in the cell as she tugged on the rope. Men above worked to pull each of the savages up out of the prison, and after all were on ground successfully, the door was closed and the large rock was moved back it its place. 

Cameron wiped her mouth with her arm, and the blood smeared as it mixed with her sweat. Her white shirt was also spattered with a deep red hue. She didn't bother to look up at Justin. Any chance of them leaving the settlement in a peaceful arrangement were thrown out the window because of her. Where she was from. At least it confirmed her suspicions of Chesapeake's elders being in bed with the wrong group.

A sigh escaped her as her head landed in her heads, blood still pooling at her lips. "I'm sorry," she muttered. Cameron finally gathered the courage to look up at the man. "I'll get us out. I promise."

On that note, she stood up with a grunt and collected the supplies they had left them. She eyed the rope and then the latch sealing the hole. 

"If we throw this rope up and hang it over the door, we can light it, and it should burn the branches and make the rock drop." Cameron sighed. "Then we wouldn't be able to use it to climb out." 

She paced back and forth until she grew exhausted and looked to Justin. "I know you're probably sick of hearing it, but I'm sorry." After plopping down onto the ground next to him, her eyes met his green ones. "We'll figure it out."  

A few minutes passed in silence, and Cameron laid down and tried to make herself as comfortable as possible. "Good night, Justin." As much as she would like to think she could get them out, save the day, her options were limited, and the chance of them working were slim to none. Her thoughts when back to the man with arrows jutting out of his neck, his eyeballs missing, and the fact that it could be their fate soon was becoming more and more probable.