Kijani surveyed her fellow prisoners, frowning mildly when yet another showed up. She was distracted by the new female with the metal pole, when the child named Warden did something spectacular. Her clothes themselves became gilded with metal, which seemed to take over the door. Whatever was keeping it locked didn't last long, and the way was now open before them. Kijani looked to the little girl with a lot more curiosity, now, and much more calculation. The child had just become incredibly useful.
"Warden!" She smiled sweetly, and followed the girl through the open door, making sure her vines were still set and ready. The many seeds threaded into her hair and clothes thrummed with hidden energy. When she'd been searched before transport, the guards had been so busy looking for traditional weaponry that they hadn't noticed the unique inner lining of her suit. Then again, what could one expect from short-sighted plebians such as those security officers? Honestly, they wouldn't know a cravat from a ascot if it was shoved down their throat. "You are full of surprises, Warden! I am impressed!" She tried to keep up the guise of a proud adult, but she was much less sure of how effective it would be. She really hadn't had much contact with proud adults, or children.