Natalya registered the words, and even knew what they were asking, but coming up with a reply seemed as daunting as the actual prospect of escape. Her eyes closed again and she let her head hang, the muscles in her neck and shoulders somewhere between stinging and numb.

"Ten, twelve, fifteen hours, we are... will be rescue team for us. But I was last," she said, gritting her teeth, half to focus and half to stop her voice from giving away the fact that she was fucking crying, tears welling up past her eyelashes and sliding down the sides of her nose to drop silently onto the white snow pants, diluting the blood that had smeared there, before they dropped pinkish hued to the concrete floor.

"Is all different, now. Before when this is happen, I was left in cell for last." She wanted to shake herself out of it. She couldn't.

"We are have no ordinance, we are outnumber many to us, even with those we are take out in exchange, is no..." She shuddered and went quiet.

"Yorick," she said carefully, after a moment, "you would need unlock cell, get weapon in Sam's hands. I am not sure how I, how I can m-make this possibility." She tried to lift her shoulders and bit back a cry. The pain her her arms was excruciating.