Yam was cold, wet, bruised and pissed right off. Her dad would likely be marshalling for war right now. He didn't come to be who he was by being afraid of a little confrontation.<br/><br/>For right now though? She could do with not being in a cage at the mercy of some thugs in cheap suits. At least the water wasn't hitting her full force anymore. She really wanted out of this cage, out from under whoever was on top of her, to be dry and safe somewhere. Only that didn't seem to be one of the current fun getaway packages on offer.<br/><br/>She decided, laying there in the back of the cage, that she required a happy place. Only it was hard to concentrate on such things when you were wet, very cold, laying on hard metal that smelled of some kind of animal fecal matter and at the mercy of hoodlums who likely wanted to sell you into sex slavery once they had forced your dad (they think) to pay some kind of ransom.<br/><br/>Frankly this whole situation was shit and Yam was about as fed up with it as it was likely possible to be.