It had only been a couple of days since Ryobi last felt the embrace of another, but those couple of days were some of the roughest of his life. He held Pryce firmly, allowing her to soak his collar with tears. If he knew Pryce, and he was fairly certain he did, he was privy to the rarest of emotional responses from the Warden and should consider himself lucky to be trusted with such a gift. More important, she was safe, and no one important got hurt beyond repair. Physically, at least.

The embrace broke off sooner than Ryobi wanted, but an eternity would be too soon. He acknowledged Jan's gratitude with a nod, knowing that any more than that would be less than appreciated, and returned her jest with one of his own. "I should have called ahead. Next time, I'll bring popcorn," he muttered. At Kitt's interjection, Ryobi bent down to retrieve the keys. "Thanks, Kitt, but let's hold off on the medbots just a moment." With the keys retrieved, Ryobi unlocked the cuffs on the Warden's wrists and helped her to her feet. "First, we should get some spare clothes for you, Pryce. And a first aid kit, maybe use the prison showers to clean off. I have some things I'd like to pick your brain on."