<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br/>Cell CD08</strong><br/><br/>If her arm was uncomfortable the last time Popov had his rather large fist wrapped around it, it was definitely painful now and she knew that there was going to be a rather ugly bruise visible come morning. Kate fought hard not to squeal or whince and give him any sense of satisfaction. Somehow though, her new room-mate's actions... or inaction since she and Popov had left after dropping her off clearly annoyed Popov and Kate couldn't help but smile a little at what she saw as a tiny victory. The smile didn't last though as she was quite literally thrown into the cell and this time she couldn't contain the exclamation of pain as her body made contact with the bunk frame. She had enough about her to keep her head out of the way of the upper bunk, but the lower one caught her just below the knee. Another bruise. If this kept up she was going to be black and blue in a matter of days. Kate watched as Popov secured the cell and then disappeared smiling at his own stupid comment.<br/><br/>As Kate bent down and rubbed her leg, checking that the skin had not been broken, she was aware of her companion talking to her. As she stood up, she rubbed her upper arm again trying to get the blood which Popov had effectively cut off circulating again. As Amelia came to the end of her introduction, Kate couldn't help but laugh out loud but she quickly put her hand up in a sign of surrender. "Im sorry. Im really not laughing at *you*. Describing this place as 'interesting'..." She laughed again. "That's not exactly the first word that came to my mind." She looked at the woman standing in front of her. She was a good few inches shorter than Kate and proportionately smaller; she was maybe 30-40lbs lighter. But what struck Kate most strongly was that she seemed way too calm and... relaxed. She actually seemed to be enjoying herself.<br/>"Sorry. I think probably Im the one  to ask for forgiveness for bad manners." Kate offered her hand to Amelia. "Kate Bartlett and Im a lawyer... a defense lawyer I should stress... and... " Kate shifted her gaze briefly to the bunks. "I don't mind about the bunks at all - I'm happy to take either."<br/><br/>Kate moved over to the small stool in front of the equally small desk and sat down. Her mind drifted back to the way her 'meeting' with Dodd had ended. She wondered how long it would take him to find out about the list of drugs she had given him. Maybe he already knew but he wanted to play the waiting game. Kate wasn't convinced about that. But she knew that it didn't need someone with a PhD in Chemistry or Pharmacology to type the names of the drugs into a search engine and find out what they were. And then what? Kate shook her head a little. She was no worse off. It was going to happen anyway. He'd said as much. He had to be sure that she was telling the truth either way. But he might be a little pissed now... was that really the way to go about this? And why the hell didn't she just tell him what she knew? Could she expect Gen-Tech and its employees to protect her... protect her against what? It was in Gen-Tech's interests to make her think that Sinclair would want to try and keep her quiet. She realized that she was mentally rambling and shook her head in an attempt to clear it. It was done now. Nothing she could do except deal with the consequences.<br/><br/>Kate suddenly realized she had been sat down for a minute or two and had forgotten about Amelia. "Oh God! Im sorry. Im being incredible rude. I was just thinking... never mind. Not important right now. So how does an artistic theologian with an interest in anthropology wind up in here? I mean... if you want to tell me. Its ok if you don't. And... wouldn't you rather sit down, not that I didn't think that Popov's reaction was somewhat amusing."