Jemma sat up, and looked up at the beast wearily. She shook her head, and used Blaire to climb to her feet. "I'm okay" she told the girl, then looked up at the beast. She carefully took the padlock from the gloved have of the beast, and handed it to Blaire. "I'll be back" she told her, more to comfort herself. She moved past the beast, out to the railings, knowing that there was no prisoners around, but not really caring now if one had gotten her anyway. She deserved it.<br/><br/>Jemma turned, leaning against the railings, her knees feeling weak as she watched the flayer. Her eyes felt so heavy, but she looked around, alert, not being taken by surprise. She wasn't risking her neck, and so the urge to survive kept her awake. She struggled to breath a little, due to the thick atmosphere of this place, and her condition. She felt as though she was going to pass out, but needed to maintain consciousness. Sure, the flayer was big, scary, and mean, but she wasn't about to anger him. He could have taken Jemma, and knocked Blaire and the other girl unconscious, and left the door unlocked. So, if he did have bad intentions, they were only for Jemma.