Unlike Thyra, Alim had been here longer than her and ate whatever food was given to him. That and, he'd had to scavenge all of his life. He tipped the bowl back and ate greedily, though even to his sensibilities it was hard going down. Needless to say he drank plenty of water after to wash away the taste. The young man patted his bare chest with his fist, stifling a burp. 

He blinked, giving a guilty smile before her violent eyes drew his in with that glint he had so often seen in his own reflection. He was suddenly marveling at this foreign women with a personality so much like his own. "I got the apple, didn't I?" he asked her, placing his bowl down and watching her as she toyed idly with her hair. His chin rested on the center bar of his door. He admitted he doubted they could leave without going past a garrison, but the mention of a sewer system... 

"I had forgotten," he said. "There are old tales of the sewers being connected to the prison, but I'd never dreamed of making it there after the first 3 days in this place." 

He looked away from her there, disgust at his own failure to escape by himself welling up within him. It was an odd thing, but he prided himself on being an able rogue and thief. What kind of scoundrel couldn't escape cells run by guards such as these? Oh well, take the hand you're dealt, he told himself. When he looked back at her, her grin brought a grin of his own to his face. "I never thought you'd ask. But we'll need to be patient. Don't let that sly look appear in your eye when the guard comes by again." he told her with a chuckle.