"I thought you were a merciful man, Jim." It's a muttered half-accusation directed at his back, not meant to be heard clearly. She turns away, curling her lip in disgust.

Marlena gives the cell a quick once-over. It's fairly well-designed, as far as she can tell, but then she's not an engineer. Perhaps once the officers leave, she'll conduct a more thorough investigation.

She sits on the narrow bunk and allows herself to slouch back against the wall. She stares up at the bare ceiling and says to no one in particular, "I want my sash back, damn it."