[quote=TheSovereignGrave]
At the Princess's response Aethel looked up at Shalizar, saying "Excuse me" in a sing-song voice as she made her way past him towards the Princess's cell. her mood dampened somewhat when she actually saw the Princess sitting there on her bed, wearing what could barely be called an outfit. It was a reminder of just what Rectja did, and what fate might await Aethel herself if she didn't escape. Despite the severity of what Rectja did to his slaves, it was easy for Aethel to 'forget' and just not think about it when she wasn't directly confronted by it.So her wasn't smiling anymore when she walked straight up to the cell door, getting as close as possible. Not that it'd be easy for the Princess to tell her expression underneath the rebreather that covered the lower half of her face. "Oh, that's fine," she said to the Princess, taking one of the cell bars in each hand. However, as she did so she flicked something towards the Princess.It was several slips of papers folded together and written on. She hadn't seen any cameras down here, but she wasn't sure if Rectja had the room bugged or not. So she'd written all the relevant information on slips of paper, folded them together, and brought them down here. They read as follows: "I'm here to help you. :D", "I'm here against my will too; I don't want to work for Rectja any more than you do", "Trust me, have you seen any other women that want to be here?", "But we can't do anything now; we need to wait for the right opportunity", and finally, "All I want in return is amnesty/pardon. :D".
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Audra waited for the visitor to speak, but nothing came, apart from three simple words. Turning her head to the cell door, her eyes wide with confusion and slight annoyance, Audra was prepared to reply to show just how annoyed she was at the waste of time. And then her eyes picked up the paper. Her hands then actually picked the paper up in order to read. It was clear the visitor wasn't mute. Perhaps then..overly cautious. The only ones who use such methods of communication under the circumstances were people who had something to hide. Something secret. And as Audra read the note, her eyes at the use of faces, she understood that this was definitely something secretive. 

But that begged the bigger question. How could she reply? If paper was used, the woman was worried about listening devices. Audra was at least privy to some of the shadier aspects of the galaxy. It helped being exposed to it whole hog for the past...how long had it been? Months? Probably. Too long. Far, far too long. 

"Shalizar," Audra spoke up, though her eyes were locked onto the note-writing visitor. This message was meant for her. If, that is, she too was privy to secret messages. "Does your job pay well? I was always of the mind that if you...do your job well," this she emphasized towards the woman, even throwing in a small nod, "That you should be rewarded in kind. Tell the visitor that her visit was appreciated and that she can visit again. Hopefully sooner rather than later." 

Audra wasn't sure exactly what it was she would be pardoning, but as far as she was concerned it was chump change in the grand scheme of things. And anyone who was against Rectja was her ally. Even if that meant dealing with criminals.