Huddled on her bed, she watched from there as the sounds of the cats claws came closer and closer. Whichever world they came from, they were bred tough, and barely trainable.but trainable they were and perfect for a prison like this, where low tech was preferable to something more advanced that would only break down too easily.<br/><br/>She saw the cats come close, then shy away from her cell once they got a nose full of the incense. LIberty was safe in her cell, and she was safe in hers. She heard the cries from other prisoners, some in their own cells, and those of others who were unlucky enough to be out of safety when the cats were let loose.<br/><br/>Down here, life was cheap, unless you had a special skill, or could defend yourself.As she waited, she sucked on one of the candies that Liberty had brought her, a minty one that she loved when she was younger.The taste reminded her of better times, times with her father when he would come home from work with them as a treat for his daughters.<br/><br/>She missed him, she truly missed him.But she was in no hurry to be with him.After all, she still had work to do, some arteries to open on worlds other than Crematoria.