I didn't realize I'd struck a nerve. Apologies.

In that case, though, it might be that we're being held as collateral of some sort. Hostages, that is.

[Her fingers trace over the walls of the cell, searching for cracks, crevices, places she could use water to freeze and widen any imperfections. She's never been a particularly physical bender, a fact that she is now starting to regret.]