With her new appearance, she made her way back to the gate without mishap. It was necessary to wait for the change of the guard, but she found it extremely frustrating. She desperately wanted to leave the guard post her new body was to be watching, but doing so would attract attention. A very long twenty minutes later, she heard footsteps behind her, and had to restrain a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>The new guard took his place, nodded to the body he saw as his fellow guard, and she nodded in return. Hitching the sword belt into place a bit awkwardly, she turned, beginning to clomp her way into the prison.<br/><br/>"Aren't you forgetting something, Corporal?"<br/><br/>Her stomach fell into her toes, and she came to a dead stop.<span style="font-style: italic">Alright,</span>she thought to herself,<span style="font-style: italic">Act natural... There is no way he suspects..."</span>She turned, doing her best to assume a manly, intimidating stance and expression. Arranging her features into a very neutral pose, she gave a manly grunt.<br/><br/>"Eh?"<br/><br/>"The key, man..." the guard answered, "You gonna it with you?"<br/><br/>"Oh." she grunted again, surprising herself with the depth of her voice, "Right, uh...."<br/><br/>She patted herself down, searching for it. Finally she located a lump of metal against her neck under the rediculous chain mail and fished it out. Her fingers were awkward in the mail gloves, but she managed to hand the key over to the new guard. Before he could say anything more, she turned and walked deeper into the prison.<br/><br/>"Hey Rogers!" cried a voice.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Not me... please don't be talking to me. Please. Not me.</span>she thought to herself.<br/><br/>The clomping, heavy boots she was wearing were uncomfortable and she felt awkward as she kept walking, trying to do so without swishing her hips or swaying. She was relatively sure she just looked as though she'd had a bit too much to drink.<br/><br/>"Hey Rogers! John! Hey!!" a hand clamped over her shoulder and she was pulled around to face another guard, "Didn't you hear me calling you, John? I was hoping to ask how Penny's doing. I know she hasn't been doing so well. You were real worried about her when I saw you last. Isn't she due soon?"<br/><br/>"Oh... Right, Penny." she grunted in her best just-us-dudes drawl, "She said she was feeling better when I left..." she didn't know what time of day the man would have been leaving home, so she allowed the comment to trail off.<br/><br/>"She... She 'said'?" the guard let out a guffaw, "Stars, but you crack me up, man. You treat that mare of yours better than your mother. You have any idea of the sex yet?"<br/><br/>She stammered, panic gripping her, and began fumbling for a coherent response.<br/><br/>"Oh, wait! I'm sorry man, slipped my mind. The commander told me to send you to his office as soon as you were off duty. He seemed pretty upset. You better hurry on up there."<br/><br/>Left without an option, she nodded, and turned to continue walking, trying to jog so as to appear dutifully rushed.<br/><br/>"Uh, John... You feeling alright?"<br/><br/>"Fine, uh... man. Why?"<br/><br/>"Quarters are that way."<br/><br/>"Right. Long day, I guess. You know how it is."<br/><br/>"Mhm.. better get some sleep tonight."<br/><br/>She shuffled in the direction he indicated, causing a clamour of noise as her armor clanged and clattered and banged. There was apparently a shield hanging at her back, which she'd been unaware of until that moment, as it had started thumping solidly into her back.<br/><br/>Now, to find the quarters of her supposed commander. But all of the doors she passed were the same. She had to find this commander and try to put him at ease. If he was already looking for the guard she'd chosen, then she didn't have enough time for what she needed. She needed a delay.<br/><br/>"Corporal Rogers. There you are!" a stern voice sounded behind her and she turned, "I've been looking for you. I guess you didn't get the message to report to me before punching out. I need one more favor. I know you are nearly off duty, but I need your help transferring the new prisoner down to the Max wing." The older, portly man indicated another guard who stood beside him, "Take Jenkins. We don't want to go taking risks. I hear he's a real cold one. Go on now. Hurry up and get home to that wife of yours."<br/><br/>"Uh... Sir. Yes, sir. Right away."<br/><br/>The older man handed her a key, giving her a strange look, but said nothing further.<br/><br/>And so it was that she found herself being led to the cell of her rescuing knight. She walked in stoic silence beside the jittery Jenkins, who seemed extremely nervous about the job. When at last they reached the cell, she stopped.<br/><br/>"Go on, Jenkins... I got it. You don't need to worry about it."<br/><br/>"You... You sure, Rogers? I mean... He's dangerous."<br/><br/>"Nah, kid. Its fine. Go on."<br/><br/>He didn't need to be told twice. Quicker than she would have expected, the kid was scampering back the way he'd come. Worried about what she would find inside, she turned the key in the lock and pulled the door free and stepped inside.