Ashton was sorta awake by the time Duncan made his voice known. The tall willowy woman was a bit delirious, her lungs felt like they'd collapse and her body ached from the torment she received. Despite the whipping, the cutting, the electrocution, or choking, the dirty blonde had barely uttered a sound. Mostly pained grunts and gasps. But no information was brought out of her. No name, nor even voicing her feelings about this cruel situation. She did feel bad about the poor Moomba, and she did want to deck the man who tormented a innocent creature and the SeeD members, but there was little she could do at the moment. Normally, Ashton wasn't in favor in killing, even when she had to. But at the moment, she probably wouldn't mind popping 'Mako' in the head with a nice bullet from her sniper rifle.

Listening to Duncan ask for a sound off, Ashton slowly sat up in her cell. Leaning her body up against the cold wall. [color=lightseagreen]"....."[/color] she said nothing, but did tap her fist against the bars to notify she was around. Though Duncan still didn't know who she was, she might as well answer that she was present and not dead as of yet. The sniper glanced toward the direction as one of the female voices spoke up. The girl who got drilled in the knees. Mildly nodding in agreement with her words. They needed to get out and soon. She wasn't sure how long they could take the torment until they either break and spill information, or just die.