She shivered on the cold metal floor, her eyes lifting to meet his as he spoke. After a night in the cramped cell, which could only be described as a kennel, she was almost eager to be let out. However, her mentality changed as she was groped and handled over to a wall to be pressure hosed down. Every muscle ached, her dignity was dwindling, and yet she could feel the invisible pressure of eyes unknown on her, waiting for her to react to his question. She pulled at the bindings a bit, but with little food or drink in the last day, she found herself weaker than normal, and dropped her chin to her chest, spilling her tangled mess of hair over her face.<br/><br/>"My name is Chrissy." She said barely above a whisper, though the acoustics amplified her voice. "And I'm finding this place is pissing me the fuck off!" She ended in a near scream as she lifted on her knees, her shoulders jerking as she tried once more to free herself of the binds, quite unsuccessfully one might add, and with a sigh, she settled once more. The room was shut off from the rest of the ship, not that she had seen much of it on the voyage from the kennels to here. She glanced to the other girl, the one with whom she had such a grudge toward, and who had quite basically goaded her into this whole mess. She sneered but didn't speak again, as her eyes settled on the various implements set out. She wanted to run, wanted to scream and hide.. but what really would that accomplish? She would find a way out.. she might have to endure a few sessions to gain their trust, but damnit, she would find a way out.