<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br/>personal quarters of Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev - <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">LOCK DOWN  </span> </strong><br/><br/>The beeping drew the girl at the window from her reverie to watch her hostess curiously.  Anzhelika seemed to mask her concern quickly, so Ella let it alone for the moment.  She smiled wanly, the smudges of poor sleep evident under her blue eyes.<br/><br/>"Not so much really.  Lots of things whirling through my mind, strange dreams..."  The new prisoner had heard some disturbing information all told.  Stocking feet carried her soundless to the kitchen area where she stated the obvious.  "I took the liberty of making coffee.  I hope you don't mind.  Cream and sugar?"  She poured out two cups waiting for Anzhelika's reply.<br/><br/>"Does this kind of thing happen often?  This lock down?"  Ella was amazed by her own 'matter of fact' tone.  Before the horror of the past weeks, she'd never been a worrier, instead taking life as it came, doing her best to be decent in it.  Keeping her voice nonchalant, she arched a brow.  "Should i be worried about not being in my cell?"  She almost said 'we' knowing staying here the night before was far from protocol.