The mere sound of Ruxandra entering the little area where the cells were caused her to recoil in absolute fear and fright.  She couldn't help but to look at this woman in a new light.  No longer was she the interesting strange woman that wanted to help her out with a job, but a madwoman hacking up people for her own sick sadistic enjoyment.  There was no telling what she was going to do to Jennifer, or what she was going to have Jennifer do in this hell hole, and truth be told, she didn't want to know.  Somethings were just better left unsaid.<br/><br/>As the breakfast was placed down upon the floor of her cell, she couldn't help but to look at it blankly.  Food.  How could someone eat at a time like this?  How could any eat with this crazed beauty looming in the distance, preparing to hack off limbs?  All of her contemplation, however, is thrown from her mind when she mentions Jennifer's own arm being cut off and transplanted onto another girl.<br/><br/>Clearly she was startled by the wide eyes, quivering lips of fear.  Her arm?  She was going to cut off her arm?