<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br/>Cellbock CD17</strong><br/><br/>Kate stared at Amelia, but it was a soft stare, almost a sympathetic one. She wasn't entirely sure she believed it when Amelia said that she didn't enjoy killing. And she found it hard to accept that their 'work' was much the same. If Amelia thought that in killing, she was pursuing some quest which was rightous and good, it seemed clear that a hospital would have been a much more appropriate facility.<br/>Kate was surprised by Amelia's touch. The movement itself didn't surprise her; there was nothing threatening about it. Quite the reverse. But the physical touch itself was soft, gentle, warm. Something completely at odds with her past crimes and also the hard unfeeling image she had been portraying before.<br/><br/>Kate's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the bang on the cell door. She looked round expecting to see Anzhelika, that having been the way she announced her arrival earlier. When she saw Popov, she felt her stomach knot a little. As he indicated that the Warden had wanted to see Amelia, Kate's gaze quickly switched to Amelia. A pained, helpless look appeared on her face. She looked back to Popov and stood up as he opened the door. Kate's fought back a shouted criticism and questioning of his actions - that hadn't exactly proved too successfull up to now.<br/>"Pop... Mister Popov. Can't you give her a break?" She asked softly, almost pleading with the well built man who towered above her. "Don't you think she's had enough today." Her plea became almost a whisper matching his request for Amelia to hold out her hands. As he lifted his to place the restraints on her wrists, Kate placed a hand softly on his forearm. "Please. Can't you just... give her a break?"<br/><br/>