Jane's hair, somewhat wild from her struggle with the coat, hung over her face. She peered between slightly tangled locks, trying to make out more in the darkness of Anne's cell. There was still a distinct hint of tension in the air, although it was impossible to tell if it was from the two girls, or merely a combination of the spooky building and the distant moans from the less fortunate inmates.<br/><br/>"See, no rabbit ears!" Jane suddenly said to Anne through the small gap. She put her hands over her ears, and the stiff canvas and leather tails curved up and away from her head, looking for a moment somewhat like large floppy ears. Jane giggled, the light sound completely clashing against the somber background.