Karin walked over to look at the prison that Phillip and the others had made. It looked pretty strong, to say the least. "Well, I should hope that nothing could break out of that. Otherwise I suppose we may be a bit outclassed here." Noticing the frying pan from earlier lying a ways away, she picked it up and looked it over. It was pretty dented. "Ella, I may owe you some new kitchen utensils."