The click of the gun draws a unresponsive reaction.    In that moment she is ready to cross over, to cease to exist.  But the gun is empty and merely a click of the firing mechanism.<br/><br/>What comes next, no matter how small of a gesture.   The extended hand, the help to rise up and walk over to the cages.  The small given show of compassion.   Is not lost upon Daio.<br/><br/>Reaching out grabbing a hold of the bars.   Pressing herself up against them.  Finding comfort in the feel of the cold metal against her weary body.   As the ship rocked with the explosion, the shock wave that swept out from the other ship's end.     A look is given over to the other girl.    Eyes descending onto the new.<br/><br/>Again the ship shakes.   The rattle of the door, draws Daio's attention.  It is not locked, how it rattled would immediately gleam this to her.    She could simply walk out of the cage.   A clear temptation laid before her.   It through showed that Walter did not truly know her.   As she turned away,  gripped tighter against the bars.   Pressing her body against with more pressure as if those bars are lovers to be embraced.  As she continued to hold on.