As Maryne sat in her cell, it seemed that her efforts not to attract attention were working. So far, none of the guards so much as looked in her direction. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the tattooed woman was dragged off to another cell by a male guard, and she shuddered. There was no question what was going to happen in that cell. Around General Population, screams and cries of pain and misery echoed, making a depressing cacophony that seemed to echo in her mind. It was going to get to her soon, if she let it.<br/><br/>Casting another glance around her, Maryne curled up in the corner of her cell and covered her head with her arms, trying to drown out some of the noise. Then she closed her eyes, and did her best to fall asleep. Maybe her exhaustion would prove a blessing, now.