Flayer chuckled, a noise that one never quite got used to, like sandpaper scraping against broken glass.<em>"So eager to survive, now that another has offered their hand?"</em><br/><br/>The Beast placed a hand on her back, instructing her to follow at its side.<em>"I fear that nowhere will be safe tonight, though there are those that consider themselves quite comfortable in their little cells.  I fear that the Warden was a bit shortsighted when she decided to bestow the twin gifts of drugs and alcohol upon the Enforcers.  Though I do suppose it is her job to maintain morale, just as mine is to annihilate it.  For the prisoners, of course."</em><br/><br/>Though the darkness seemed to consume everything about them, Flayer guided the two through an otherwise unnavigable labyrinth of tunnels and acid pools as though it were bright as day.  The fluidity of his movement suggested more than night-vision at work.  There was such confidence in the creature's step, the myriad paths memorized perfectly.  With light gone time seemed lost, and scarcely a few minutes of silence passed before the glare from overhead lights blinked to life overhead.<br/><br/><em>"I would hate for you to think that I am <strong>coddling</strong> you, Miss Jemma, but you will spend the next few hours in a holding cell.  Under my supervision.  Of course, nobody is to be informed of that last part.  As far as the Enforcers are concerned you are being detained in Solitary Confinement under my orders.  Alone.  Consider this a test.  I will lock you into your little box, and you may rest as needed.  Then I will see who comes calling for you in my supposed absence.  It seems the easiest way of gauging whether or not Mister Furion has recognized you yet.  Rest assured that you will not be in any danger."</em><br/><br/>Leading her into a considerably smaller and darker room than the interrogation chamber from before, Flayer would guide her to an improvised bed and gesture for her to lay down.<br/><br/><em>"Comfortable?  Not all prisoners have the luxury of bedding.  Enjoy the feeling of a soft pillow under your head while you still can, Miss Jemma.  There will be many long, cold nights ahead of you.  Now, unless you have questions, I will take my leave.  I must inform the other Enforcers of your presence, and make it known that I will not be tending to you."</em><br/>