Maryne offered him a smile that she hoped was encouraging. "No, I should thank you for speaking up," she said to him. "If you hadn't, that bitch of a guard probably would've come after me. I doubt she would have been so accommodating with me as she was with you. It probably wouldn't have ended so well for me." She glanced over her shoulder to where Kira was still working with the guard, Vincent. The guard, of course, was paying very little attention to anything outside Kira's cell, or so it seemed. "As I said before, I'm Maryne. I suppose it doesn't really matter why I'm here, or why you're here, for that matter. What matters is trying to survive this place."