Maryne stepped back and to one side in her cell as Zetta was thrown in with her. She wished there was somewhere to slip out or to at least hide, but there was no place for her to go. She backed away and sat on her cot, as if that would offer her any sort of protection. She didn't say anything, just swallowed hard and looked to Kira with worry.<br/><br/><em>Fucked, is where that puts us,</em>she wanted to say, but she didn't dare speak with Zetta just now getting over being thrown into the cell. She wanted to attract as little attention to herself as possible, not that she thought it would help her much. But as it was, her mouth was suddenly dry, and she watched the alien female warily, wondering how she'd react to her new circumstances.