With a rip that sounded more like a loud snap, the buckle finally tore free. Once again Jane flew backwards to slam into the padded wall with an 'Oof'.<br/><br/>She lifted the heavy canvas encasing the freed arm to her sharp teeth, worrying at each strand in turn. Once she'd made a hole in the sleeve, it would free her fingers to be able to undo the other sleeve, and make a hole in that in turn. Scratchy as it was, the weight of the jacket was comforting... she just desperately needed her hands free.