[having been told she has a visitor, she rises from her bed, still worn out and sore from her ordeal a week or so ago. she goes over to the entrance to visitors hall and holds out her hands to be uncuffed, and waits to be patted down before she’s allowed through, and goes to sit down at the table she’s been told to do, although when she sees who is sat opposite, she stops dead in her tracks, staring at her, and staring at the bundle in her arms, before slowly sinking down into her seat].....how did you get...