What comes back across the emotional bleed to Sheena is a mess, frankly - a small sea of not-quite-frantic frustration and annoyance, only broken up briefly when Zelos realizes she's awake. That's probably what it was, at least. The relief is nice to feel, even if it pings a little spark of guilt in her about the situation being this bad in the first place. She sets the link aside, not closing it off but focusing her attention elsewhere for the moment.
"I'm fine," she calls back. "What about you? Is Kratos...?" She's not sure what exactly she's asking - he's clearly not okay, but Anna at least seems to have seen this before.
She presses a hand to the bars, testing as she pulls her gaze away from Kratos and the way his breath hitches his whole body. They almost look like glass, but they're clearly not, the way they feel under her fingers. Getting out through these probably isn't happening. Fuck, she really should have gotten Lloyd to teach her to pick locks before now.
"Me neither," she says, making a face. "But - I think the others might be working on a plan, at least? Or that's how it feels." She punches the bars lightly, unsurprised when nothing happens but feeling a little better about it anyway. "Guess it depends on if anyone comes in to check up on us. Do you still have something to fight with? They must've searched me, but..." Careful, in case they're being watched some way she can't see, she pulls her cards out of her obi pocket enough for them to be visible to Anna. They won't do anything about the bars, but if they can get out, at least she won't be useless in a fight.
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"I'm fine," she calls back. "What about you? Is Kratos...?" She's not sure what exactly she's asking - he's clearly not okay, but Anna at least seems to have seen this before.
She presses a hand to the bars, testing as she pulls her gaze away from Kratos and the way his breath hitches his whole body. They almost look like glass, but they're clearly not, the way they feel under her fingers. Getting out through these probably isn't happening. Fuck, she really should have gotten Lloyd to teach her to pick locks before now.
"Me neither," she says, making a face. "But - I think the others might be working on a plan, at least? Or that's how it feels." She punches the bars lightly, unsurprised when nothing happens but feeling a little better about it anyway. "Guess it depends on if anyone comes in to check up on us. Do you still have something to fight with? They must've searched me, but..." Careful, in case they're being watched some way she can't see, she pulls her cards out of her obi pocket enough for them to be visible to Anna. They won't do anything about the bars, but if they can get out, at least she won't be useless in a fight.