Being in a pitch black room with nothing but the company of icy, murky bilge water and the occasional rat swimming past her feet gives a person some time to think. In this case, Aris, between surges of agonizing pain, debated on which kind of torture would be best to inflict on those fools that threw her over.<span style="font-style: italic">Hanging's too good for them, too fast a death. Boiled in oil, perhaps, or keelhauled?</span><br/><br/>The stowaway had almost figured out the best punishment, when she heard someone speak. She was suddenly blinded by the light from a little shutter on the door. She put a hand to her eyes and squinted, she could see someone peering in with dark colored eyes. "Come to torment the prisoners?" Aris hissed at the woman at the door. "I know, and care, even less than the other." She jerked her head in the direction she could only guess the Crow was held, though it sent another burst of pain through her torso. "Now, if you don't mind, piss off!" Aris found no need to be even slightly decent, these people had shoved her around like an animal, she was just keeping with the attitude of the rest of them. If she wasn't bent over in pain, she would have ran up and clawed the woman in the face, regardless of consequences.