Shiah observed the insane child-molester Nathan Hall getting himself beat up again with bored disinterest, but the speech that followed from the Imperial Guard Captain grabbed her full attention. She absolutely [i]hated[/i] this place. It was entirely sterile and there wasn't a single chemical to cook with. She knew the prison guards had their own narcotics but they hated the inmates so much they refused to even trade with them. So not only was she constantly suffering from withdrawal jitters, she was also terribly bored with nothing for her formidably creative mind to do. 

War was hell, she knew that, but hell wasn't worse than limbo.

"Hey!" she yelled and got up from her seat, waving her arms about, hoping to catch a guard's attention. "I volunteer! Get me off this damn rock and I'll gladly lay -- I mean, [i]risk[/i] my life for the God-Emperor! I want salvation! Oh yes, please!" It was hard to keep the sarcasm out of her voice, but Shiah thought she did a reasonably good job regardless, and one of the guards that had just finished beating Nathan Hall mercilessly now approached her. 

"And what exactly do [i]you[/i] have to offer the Crusade, wretch?" he asked scornfully, looking Shiah up and down. It was true, she didn't look like much of a soldier, but Shiah snorted in derision anyway. "Never judge a data-slate by its cover. Isn't that what they say? I've got steady fingers and I'm clever. Smarter than the rest of these skavvers. Never killed anyone unless it was in self-defense. Reckon I can do my part," she retorted and put her hands on her hips. The guard laughed mirthlessly and beckoned for her to follow him. "Alright, come on through."

And so she did. The cell in the Eastern Wing wasn't much to look at it and she was one of the first to arrive, having so enthusiastically volunteered immediately, but others trickled in after her quickly. Shiah sat down on one of the benches and entertained herself by judging the others as they came in, wondering how long each of them would last in combat.