Jane paused, the sleeve of the jacket looking somewhat tattered from the attentions of her teeth, and tilted her head to listen. Her face had a wondering expression, and then a small frown as she studied the thin padding. She renewed her efforts on the sleeve, several loud ripping sounds filling the room as she tore at the heavy material with her teeth until her hand was freed from the confining sleeve.<br/><br/>One of the corner pads near the ceiling seemed a little flatter than the others, and she discovered that she could just about reach it if she stood on the edge of the sleeping 'bench'. It took some effort to tear the cover and then pull out handfuls of the elderly padding before she could reveal the old air-vent, added before the room was converted into a padded cell. She stood on tiptoe to call through the vent.<br/><br/>"Um. Hello?"