"Good. None of us belong in here. You're probably right anyway - they're liable to let us go when they see we mean them no harm. They'll probably even help us get back." Ever the optimist.

At mention of her stepsister, Ella slumped a bit, glancing away. "... I haven't seen her. Maybe she got away." Or she was in a different cell. Or she didn't get pulled in the first place.