Jemma shook and trembled, still in shock, not really paying attention until she was spoken to by Blair. She looked up, and shook her head. "No, I... I Didn't do anything..." she said, the innocence clear in her eyes and voice. "I-I... I Found some people dead in my fiance's conference room... Then the police came and before I knew it, I was... Here" she said, closing her eyes and pulling her knees up against her chest, ignoring the offer of food.<br/><br/>"I Don't belong here" she muttered, placing her forehead against her knees. "I'm going to die in here, just l..." she ceased, and began rocking a little. "Those men out there..." she looked up at the cage entrance, then to Blair. "How long before they come in here? Four girls in one place..." she said, then fought tears. She eyed the bars, then glimpsed at the woman that had saved her. She thought about telling them who she was, but anyone who'd been there a while would remember her name from a previous prisoner. She started thinking of a lie for a name... Anything. How could she survive in here, though? Become the bitch of the biggest, toughest, most scary guy in here was the only thing she could think of... The beast?