Before the farmboy could answer, there was a dreadful laugh that emanated from another cell near Sara. Turning her head, she saw the now conscious form of the gunblade mercenary. His behaviour wasn't helping the situation at all, but Sara couldn't tell by his words whether he was simply insane, or whether he knew more about the situation than she did.

[i]He's been chewed up all the same. Maybe he was always crazy.[/i]

Despite her internal musings, Sara walked over to the side of her cell closest to the mercenary and looked over him with a quizzical yet impatient looking face. She was about to question him but was interrupted when a man in yet another cell gained consciousness. His clothing was familiar, but Sara couldn't quite dredge it out of her memory. Had she seen him before? Nevermind, back to captain optimism over here. "Hey, gunblade. You say they're just going to kill us?" She put her hands on her hips, "If you know something that we don't, you'd better speak up."