They both showed their bracelets, and Sara inspected her own some more. It was secured tightly, but it didn't seem to cut off her blood flow, thankfully. It was more like it was glued to her skin. She turned around and leaned against the bars of her cell, before sliding down them until she sat on the ground with her knees up. While the man in the coat got angrier, She had her eyes down on her bracelet confirming what the others explained. It wouldn't come off, it wouldn't even slide one way or the other. Yup, Glued to her wrist.

[i]At least the colour suits my damn uniform,[/i] She thought sarcastically, [i]I wonder why their bracelets have different colours?[/i]

Still looking down at her bracelet, Sara spoke up to the others in their cells. "If we [i]can[/i] get out of this place, we should help each other out." She recommended. Her eyes glanced up sideways to see them again, "What are your names? You can call me Sara." Sara pointed her thumb behind her toward's the mercenary's cell, "Chuckles back there uses a gunblade, but his name is... Tyme, I think? Yeah, that's right. He was in the room too, we were nearby each other. We, uh..." Sara took a breath, "... there was a kid next to us. A little girl, she didn't make it. I think it's hit him hard. Just leave him be, trenchcoat." Sara's tone wasn't exactly cheery, but it was part of her job to stay strong in tragic situations.