Maryne sat up slowly, and put a hand over her nose, trying in vain to staunch the flow of blood that spilled down the front of her jumpsuit. It wasn't even close to a serious wound; it would be an annoyance more than anything else. Still, her nose was going to be sore for a couple weeks. She felt like she'd just gotten punched by a freightliner dropping out of FTL. "Yeah, I'm good," she muttered to Abe. "All things considered."<br/><br/>She was finally getting the blood flow slowed down when she heard a voice she recognized. She looked for the source, and sure enough, it was that bitch of a warden. Her eyebrows arched as she saw the woman in her armor and slinging a gun. She wouldn't have expected a warden to be the sort that got down and dirty with her underlings. She looked good in that suit, and she looked like she knew what she was doing, too.<br/><br/>"I'll help," Maryne told Bridget. The reduced sentence thing was total bullshit of course, but it would give her a chance to get out of her cell and see another part of the station, and that could always be useful. "And can I get another set of coveralls?" she asked before she could think better of it. She looked down at her blood soaked clothes. "This is kind of nasty."