<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br/>Cell Block CD17 to personal quarters of Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev</strong><br/><br/>A tentative smile was returned as Anzhelika squeezed her hand.  As they moved from the cell block to the personal quarters, Ella realized more time must have passed than she'd realized; the halls were empty but for the two girls and a muted echo of the guard's boots.  Relieved to arrive at and then pleasantly surprised by the guard's quarters she sat taking in the surroundings, "i don't mind a little company...  oh!"  Her curiosity was shifted to the clothing pressed into her hands."  The temperature was well regulated, but Ella hated the gray sack they'd given her so after a brief hesitation she slipped the soft pants on.<br/><br/>Listening as the other woman spoke about the doctor and the strange goings on within the walls of the fortress, Ella stood to hike up the 'dress' before tying the drawstring around her waist.  Settling back on the couch, she was able to relax just a little bit more.  "thanks...  i feel a little bit more like myself.  this sack is not at all stylish."  Plucking at the think cotton material, she flashed her new friend a grin.<br/><br/>"I do... did...  haven't had coffee in ages it seems.  Not since.. i.. "<em>Not since before her arrest.</em>Rich had insisted on buying whole coffee beans and a memory surged to the surface... inhaling deeply the aroma of fresh ground beans.  Ella began to follow at a slower pace, detouring to the thick glass holding back the ocean.  There she took a moment to crane her neck looking out, wondering how far they were from the surface.  Finally moving to watch the other woman in the kitchen, Ella thought about her surprisingly frank statements from just moments ago.  The words held a hint of the ominous but the Ella just couldn't feel as frightened here in the comfort of Anzhelika's suite.<br/><br/>"Who is Dr Dodd?  Does he examine everyone?"  She couldn't help her curiosity as she stepped closer.  "Can i help?"