[b]Lauren - Floyd's Cell - Floyd[/b]

Lauren didn't flinch; She barely even moved. Perhaps she expected him to snap at her, or perhaps she had wanted him to say what he did. She turned on him fully now, a stern expression set into her face. "I'll be long gone, then," she said. "What do you want me to do? Go out there? On my [i]own[/i]? I can't do that. Maybe you can --" She looked around the cell. "Or maybe you [i]can't[/i]. Either way, I'm not taking a gamble on my life." There was a strained moment of silence, where the woman hesitated. "... Yes, it's sick and disgusting, but some of those girls would never survive out there, especially not after coming down here. For now, my best bet is stick down here, and I will continue doing that until it's not." She opened the cell door and took a step out. "And don't assume I'm any better than the rest of them."

She exited the cell and locked the door behind her. "You keep talking like that, and you won't be living much longer." Then she was gone.