Maryne gasped softly as Zetta shoved her into her cell. She managed to keep her balance, but she scowled at the departing guard's back, even as she finished zipping up her coveralls. She hoped the guard's attention was just a passing interest, and that she wouldn't see her anytime soon. Zetta had seemed particularly...unsavory. And that whip...Maryne shuddered involuntarily.<br/><br/>Her attention was thankfully distracted from those dark thoughts as Kira was ushered into her cell. She watched the exchange between her and Vincent, the male guard, and rolled her eyes. Maybe the act would fool the guards, but she'd seen how those two had acted while they made love in Kira's cell earlier. They definitely had a thing for each other. Still, after Vincent left, she quietly spoke to Kira. "Everything okay over there?" she asked.<br/><br/>And then she was suddenly floating. Her stomach lurched within her as gravity ceased to exist, and she clung to the bars of her cell tightly in order to keep from floating randomly around. "Oh, what now?" she grumbled. "I thought this place was supposed to be one of the premier prison facilities in the galaxy. Seems like there's an awful lot of trouble going on around here." Still, she thought to herself, maybe she should be grateful for the issues. It was definitely keeping the guards busy. And if they were busy with other things, they wouldn't have so much time to make life hell on the prisoners.