Jennifer needed no warnings or reminders not to fight.  She had learned her lesson the hard way, and even suspected that it was not well received by the other poor girls of this place.  There, she didn't need enemies, but only friends.  They were in this together, and as such, needed to act together as one.  Slowly Jennifer walked out of her cell, her head down turned as tears came from her eyes.  She could only hope and pray that nothing else would be taken, along with hoping that her own arm would be returned to her instead of taking another person's arm.