Annabelle never allowed herself to get our of shape or practice, she was not going to rot in here, one day she would get the opportunity to bolt. She was sure of it, though she was slowly losing her will to fight. The only thing that kept her going was knowing Kyle or rather The Red Demon was somewhere near her, constantly badgering her about various things such as the fact that she too got caught or many other things. This allowed her to remained active, despite her starving body screaming at her to stop. When the alarm was tripped she had been taking a break, meditating, clearing her mind of everything and simply focusing on her mind, body, and soul. She had almost perfected the art of meditating in the time she had been in here, able to easily block out the outside world, the fact that the alarm was tripped and managed to get through her little trance surprised her. 

She stood and headed for the bars of her cell trying to see the cause of the alarm being tripped. It was then that she heard a voice instructing them to put their hands through the bars. She was hesitant at first but after a moment she complied. Rolling her eyes at the words of another in a cell near her. His pride was going to cost him one day and calling this woman who risked her life to save them a wench, she wanted to punch the guy in the face with a heated fist. Though clearly that would have to wait for the collar to come off, if it ever did. She was teleported out of her cell and felt sick. She shook her head and steadied herself before the feeling went away. She looked toward where she heard Kyle's voice and chuckled a little. 

[color=9e005d]"What's the matter Demon, can handle a little nausea?"[/color] She teased, though she knew if she had anything in her body to throw up she would have done so.