Although she had heard the doors to the lab open, and the unmistakable sound of Ruxandra coming closer, Jennifer did not move from her corner.  There would not be any more attempts from her, at least for a while until her sad, consuming depression and fear had passed.  Obscured by the bed, she sat curled up in a tight little ball with her back against the wall.  She said and did nothing, merely focusing on the wall in front of her as the evil woman spoke.<br/><br/>Another arm.  Another person's arm.  The mere thought of it made her cringe and wince.  Jennifer did not want another person's damn arm, not from anyone.  No, she wanted hers, and hers alone.  Tears came down her face as she once again thought of the things she would not be able to do anymore, things she very much doubted she could do with some strange arm attached to her body.<br/><br/>Even though she was more determined than ever to escape after what Ruxandra had done to her, Jennifer was not going to fight her.  She had learned her lesson all too well from yesterday.  Yesterday was out of fear, out of panicked desperation to escape.  Now, her mind was in a totally different and focused place all together.  It was better to lay low, to slither about like a snake waiting for the perfect, most opportune time to strike.