Aryn watched again, this time less alarmed when the rise of fall of breathing stopped, but it was eerie still. Surprising at how that subtle motion’s absence immediately raised mental alarm bells. It was unsettling. Maybe the woman only need intermittent air flow? Aliens where so odd.
“To this cell and ship. Yes. To this situation, no.”
Aryn looked away again, a little more at ease that she wouldn’t be attacked out of the blue given conversation was happening. But stuff like that was never completely out of the realm of possibility, so by the very essence of not being alone, she still sat with closed-off body language, and her muscles tenser, just in case. She looked away though, staring at one of the walls with a furrowed brow. “Generally I don’t have cellmates. Normally doesn’t end well.”
She thought for a moment about how that could be construed as a threat, and thought to correct it. But… maybe it was a threat still. Or rather a warning.
“Did they just ‘acquire’ you?” It seemed possible with how much ‘spunk’ she seemed to have in her to try to escape.
Something to keep in mind really was her thought process, much to a faint wrinkle of her nose. Though now the ‘oddity’ of the two actually began to look around the cell itself, gauging and considering. She really couldn’t blame the other for the guard, a number were too scared to chatter, or too hostile, rarely an in between.
“No.” An eventual reply, perhaps her situation was similar to Aryn’s. But quite honestly considering why she nearly got free this time, there was a red flag present about sharing her strengths with the stranger. “One fool of a guard and I got some distance until, this.” Simple, vague truth, a shrug to motion to their general vicinity whether she was looking or not.
Phoenix shifted finally, slowly coming to lean against the wall with a little bit of a scoot. Relieving really, still on the floor but a different position and support had some good effect at times. Likely an awkward quiet to extend now, she didn’t have much else to say and doubted the other would like the idea of an escape plan. Decidedly it was time to pick a bit at the band around her neck and play the waiting game.