Eva blinked as she was suddenly struck by the bright lights of the ships corridor. Presently driven by anger and adrenalin alone, her mind took a moment to catch up with the rest of her, and was quite surprised to suddenly find herself free of her cell, standing over the fallen captain. Eva's eyes darted around, her foggy brain still trying to figure out her next move, she hardly noticed the Captain's extremely ironic angry exclamation.<br/><br/>Eva's breath was still coming in ragged gasps, and her limbs felt heavy; there was only so much left in her. But she wasn't spent yet, not while she still had a chance, she wouldn't let herself be. Her first instinct was to run, to flee down the corridor and worry about where to go next after that. On the other hand, a part of her wanted nothing more then to get revenge on Jessica, a tempting prospect when she was seemingly at a disadvantage.<br/><br/>The internal debate was settled when Eva laid eyes on a sword resting on a nearby bench. Before Jessica could get to her feet, Eva ran over and picked up the weapon. She immediately began fumbling with it, trying to get the blade out of the scabbard with her cuffed hands.