Only when she saw the big cats race up past her cell and to the next level did she relax. Once a day this happened.Soon the guards level would rise up to pop the cork, as they put it, to replace the sulphur stinked air with fresh air from the surface. Her sanctuary was mid-level,meaning that she still got good air, and had enough time to reach her cell when the cats came calling.<br/><br/>Once the guards were up and she heard the faint sound of the doors closing, she blew out the incense and put them back where they were.They were good for  another week at least.After that, she would have to procure some from Liberty. She only wished Liberty could make something that smelled better to her, but just as bad to the cats. Beggars cant be choosers, she had realised a long time ago.<br/><br/>Exiting her cell, she talked to her closest cellmates to see who had bought the farm. A few had, but of those, all but one were people she didnt speak to, so it was of no great loss to her that they were red stains on the catwalks or in the rough hewn areas on the levels below.<br/><br/>Re-entering her cell, she took out several lengths of metal, none longer than her hand, and carried them down to the lower levels, to the bathing areas.To the side of that, was another one, where crustaceans, like lobsters would come to feed on the nutrients in the water.They were one of the few things that thrived here and were good eating if you could spear one.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes, but didnt sense the beast. He was clearly sleeping, if he even slept, or was busy with some other unfortunate prisoner. Assembling her fishing arrow, she knelt down and waited. Only by being very still would they come close to you.They were lighting quick and you had to be very good to spear one.<br/><br/>She waited an hour, not moving a muscle before one approached her side to feed. Once it was close enough,she let go of the rubber that held it against her, allowing it to spear into the water and into the shell of the crustacean.<br/><br/>Smiling happily,she drew out the arrow with her catch on it, then dared any of the nearby prisoners to try to take it from her. When none of them dared to, disappointing her, she hit its head with a rock and carried it up  to Liberty's cell.<br/><br/>She stopped outside her cell and peeled away the shell with a special blade that she had.Fresh lobster was a treat  here, and as she rested, she offered Liberty some as she returned after meeting with someone. The arrow sections was one past trade that she had  made with Liberty, something that coudlnt be made on Crematoria.