Shea lunged at Dalia, her hand clamping down on her shoulder like an iron trap. "Yes. Let us out. Let us go. Please. YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO US. LET US GO." she said, her voice building to a yelling pitch near the end. She reached out with her mind, ready to spring if Dalia let her guard down. Shea wanted out, and she would get out, no matter what it took. Her eyes were flickering with a mad light as she surrounded Dalia's mind with her own. She could tell Dailia wasn't thrilled about having her mind so close to Shea insane, twisted one. Shea smiled, sharp teeth gleaming. "Let me out Mira...Let me out."