Maryne gasped as she was pushed off the cot and landed gracelessly on the floor. Anger spiked in her, but before she could think to retaliate, Kira spoke up and got the bitch's attention. When the quarian grabbed the other woman, Maryne pushed herself to her feet, prepared to come to Kira's defense, but the quarian let go just as quickly as she'd latched on. And then she was right back on the cot again.<br/><br/>Maryne wanted nothing more than to punch Zetta in the face, and then maybe kick her a few times. But she was no brawler, and when she caught the look on Kira's face, she decided not to get physical. Zetta could be right; she might soon be a guard again. But Kira could also be right, and Zetta might be stuck with the rest of the prisoners. If Zetta didn't get her position back, it would be quite satisfying to see her coming to Maryne and Kira for help; it would be even better if Maryne was able to keep the moral high ground through it, whatever that might be. On the other hand, if Zetta did become a guard again, Maryne wouldn't want to antagonize the quarian too much.<br/><br/>Fighting could wait. For now, Maryne would play the mental game, try not to let Zetta get under her skin, and see where things went from here.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Kira," she said as she sat on the floor and leaned back against the bars. "I won't miss the cot too much." She looked Zetta in the eye. "Besides, I think the last occupant of this cell pissed on the mattress. Smells like Turian."