<span style="color: #0040FF">She shifted coming closer to the wall she'd been laying aganist before.  She stuck one arm out and moved along the stone, searching for contact with another.  "Ruby...I'm Angelica, but you can call me Ang"  she whispered softly, her body stretched to try and cover most of the distance between the two cells.  "Were they beating you?"  she whispered, wishing that she could offer more comfort for the woman.  Her arms were lean and bruised from being carried, her hands dirty and smudged, and a little chilly, but at least she had a heartbeat.  The guards thought it would be better to keep them all seperated, to keep them from rioting, and it worked most of the time.  There hadn't been a riot in years now.  She shifted again, the cold metal of the bars making her shiver, but not from cold.  </span>