"Sleight of hand?" She replied, her eyes locked onto his own with a devilish smile playing across her lips; "perhaps, but really, a Lady never tells." 

She drew away from the bars, pulling her arms back inside as she took a slow backwards walk to the small bed at the side of the cell. She exhaled as she sat back onto it. Thinking only of a way to get out of this miserable place. She had so far managed to hook her neighbour - or at the very least pique his interest. 

She looked up at the insultingly small barred window of her cell, taking yet another deep breath as she thought about it, before turning back to Markus, less of a spark of excitement in her eyes, and more a touch of desperation. Truth be told, she was. She had no idea how long she'd be left to wilt down here. There was something about the Imperial that suggested that he was the way out - and from what she could father, she had him on board now. 

"So how are we going to do it then? Need me to seduce a guard while you pickpocket him? Or, would [i]you[/i] prefer that role?" 

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"I've never been in a predicament like this, Markus. So you might have to lead the way. I promise that if you get so much as a scratch during our act of escape, that I'll mend it for you. So what do you say? Care to tell a Lady how to break out of jail?"