Fate was a cruel mistress today, as no sooner had the announcement been made than the enraged, semi-mechanical voice of a quarian girl could be heard cursing nearby, the sound drawing closer as a pair of human Blue Suns dragged her down the walkway. Sick of dealing with her and seeing no empty cells nearby, the mercenaries impatiently opened Maryne's cell and threw Zetta inside, closing the door and walking swiftly away before she was even back on her feet. She ran to the bars as started calling them a variety of curious insults as they left, not having noticed whose cell she was in just yet. At they had taken her whip away.