Blue eyes peered through the grates, blinking as they tried to make out this person talking to them in the relative darkness. The further she stared, the clearer things became as her eyes adjusted to the dim lights dotting the cavern. This clarity brought forth the fact that she was not only in an unfamiliar place, but in a cage to boot. It was hard not to panic at such a discovery, and though the young mage normally [i]tried[/i] to hide any show of inadequacy (even if it often was a waste), Anne-Marie Cloutier allowed herself to act in a manner that fit the situation.

"What? Whe- where am I? Who are you?" The blonde Breton attempted to sit up straight, perhaps a little too quickly, because she suddenly felt dizziness and the urge to throw up. Forcing herself to stay still, one hand to her mouth just in case, Anne-Marie reached up and gingerly touched the back of her head, wincing when she touched damp hair and a bump below that. It looked like she had gotten hurt, perhaps by falling? Or perhaps someone had hit her over the head? She wouldn't have been surprised, she had seen such terrible things happen before her eyes. That was one of the many reasons she had-

She blinked, her eyes swerving up to look beyond the rungs of the cage to the person who had spoken to her. "Y-yes, I was-" She paused, eyes narrowing as she reached to the side and grabbed onto on of the rungs, pulling herself up unsteadily, feeling the ground spinning beneath her. Unable to keep herself from spewing any longer, she let herself double over and threw up whatever little had been in her stomach. There wasn't much to let out, and after a small grunt of disgust, she stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. Her nose wrinkled; she could smell much and smoke and all sorts of unpleasantness from her robes, a far cry from how clean they had been when she had first started on the journey.

Stumbling forward, Anne-Marie didn't have to walk more than a couple of feet before she reached the cage's door, now able to properly see the person who was on the other side. Even up close it would have been easy to mistake him for a human, but that dark skin clearly screamed Dunmer to her. Instinctively she took a step back. The three alliances were no longer as strong as they used to be, but that didn't necessarily mean people didn't hold their old grudges. Anne-Marie held no such allegiances, perhaps because the family she had escaped from cared nothing for any mortal life. 

Perhaps with her blond hair and blue eyes, he mistook her for a Nord? Her stature was anything but.

That hardly mattered though, did it? She knew very well what happened to people trapped in cages, and it was usually never a happy outcome. 

Anne-Marie stepped to closer to the cage's door once more, pulling at it. It was locked. Her hands tightened around the rungs and she looked up at the Dunmer. "Uhm, you'll have to unlock the door. I mean, I'm guessing you had to do the same to yours?" She didn't know how to unlock things without keys. Heal someone using another's life essence? Easy. Break open a lock? Impossible.

"Please? I- I think they'll probably kill us for some reason or other if we don't leave."