A dissatisfied air permeates Fern's stalking of the exterior of their shared prison.  Eyes following each line and curve of the wall, looking for breaks, toe holds, lines or cracks indicating a manner of egress not previously seen.   Frustration building slowly with each practiced step upon soil, carrying her around the confined perimeter.<br/><br/>"DAMNIT!" pounding fists upon the source of her frustration, Fern leans her forehead upon the same wall, taking several slow deep breaths, her full breasts heaving as she stills her rampant pulse.  "This ain't right.. It just ain't right.. Ya don't keep folks in a cage.  Doing, the gods knows what to them."<br/><br/>Turning in anger, she kicks out at an innocent bit of plant growth.  "Stupid.. I shoulda run when I had the chance.  Might have been able to get us some help.  Maybe you wouldn't be.. like that."  she waves a hand in the vague vicinity of the other woman's bulging belly, her eyes falling to the ruined foliage.  "I'm sorry."