There were few things that could get Heloise to talk, when she didn't want to. Pain wasn't one of them. Although it was hard knowing others were being hurt, did test her will power, but she didn't let anything slip. She looked for any opportunity to grab a weapon, or anything she could use to escape. She didn't have much chance, and she suspected even if she managed to get something, it would be taken from her. 

Being in the cell again, Heloise sat, deliberately trying to look vulnerable which her knees pulled up to her chest, head resting on them, watching everyone and looked to see if there was anyone else coming to do more torture to them. What now? What now, they try and escape. How? Well, that was a little bit harder to do. 

[color=f6989d]"Oh, shove it Duncan, Alive or dead, we're still trapped here"[/color] She said, but her tone wasn't angry or bitter, simply resigned. It was also a way to let it be known that she was okay. [color=f6989d]"Anything manage to keep and get something that can be used?"[/color] She shifted, wondering if there was a weakness to the bars, but not expecting there to be.