[i]He keeps on calling me princess. Sweet, but I would prefer if he didn't.[/i]

Cyan watched as the man fingered at words carved into the wall, each one telling many stories of suffering. As the man spoke his next sentence, she turned and stared at him for a few moments. Cyan wondered if he was a bit ill brained, or perhaps simply noticed the inhuman features on her body. Sure, she didn't have her claws out, clawing at anything (however she really [i]did[/i] to tear at something), however he should clearly be able to see her ears, and perhaps her tail, too. Or maybe he had already guessed she was thrown in because of those, and was simply pressing to see if she had done anything else, Cyan had a quick flashback, her vision now that of her past, ramming into the side of a building, and then tearing up what was inside of it, in a larger, more destructive form than she was in right now, before looting the place for food.

"Jaywalking." Cyan finally said, her gaze now focused on the hard ground. It was a lie, but then, she refused to tell the truth. She didn't know how many people were in the building, however she was told she had killed three while she had sat the inevitable court case, the one that sentenced her to the ship she was now aboard. While her face remained facing the ground, her eyes rotated upward, watching the man, who was in the middle of announcing his name... Edoric. He was of the Libris family, one which Cyan had definitely heard of.

"Well... Mister Edoric, do they ever give you anything in this cell block?" Cyan believed that her question was rhetorical. It looked almost as if everyone in this cell block was suffering. "I mean, I could do with a scratching post." In her previous cell, Cyan had a scratching post, placed by a guard who had seen her distress at having nothing in her cell. Cyan moved to the bars of the cell to look out, but suddenly jumped back with a tiny yelp as a guard came trotting along, running his baton against the bars of the cell, giving her a fright.