Everything hurt. Really hurt. They hit her quite hard. Though she was sure the others took the brunt of it. When she woke again, the tall skinny boyish woman glanced around with her teal colored eyes to see other figures through the darkness. Chained to the wall and left hanging there, in which she figured was her own position as well. Talking could be heard eventually. Weak voices spoke, noting they had taken quite a few beatings as well.

Ashton could taste blood in her mouth, could feel the thick liquid over her face, most likely at least covering half of it, but she only winced a bit as she listened to the chatter. Each sound seeming to throb in her mind. The dirty blonde was happy it seemed the team was alive at least. Maybe barely, but alive. So that's what counts.