The little tart is still sitting at the desk, looking over at Blair as she keeps her bag secure in her lap. "Only a couple of them, but I don't think they would come here. It's kinda out of the way." And she was proven wrong only seconds later when she heard a noise out on the catwalks. "Then again, I may be a fucking idiot." she mutters mostly to herself as she pushes to her feet, and scoots the chair back into the desk. It would figure that with a prison full of women out int he open, the guards would come and barge in on the two in the room back in this tunnel. She has been having shitty luck, and it all started with getting caught.<br/><br/>She shakes her head as she settles the bag on the desk, and reaches inside to withdraw her gun. Yeah, that's right. She may be a tart, but she had no intention of fucking around. Then she went about arranging herself just so. The hand holding the gun moving to conceal it partially behind her thigh, as well as scooting around to the other side of the desk. The guards would have to look under the desk, and around her to see the gun.<br/><br/>"Just stay quiet." she mutters to herself after all was said and done. "They may not be coming here." Hey, everyone needed a little hope.