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Mentioning: [@Eviledd1984][@ZephyrHope]

Striding quickly down the corridor, Ameliya only paid half attention as she saw the new guy make his way in front of her. He seemed to be in a rush but she couldn't blame him, she wanted to get in the elevator and see this hell hole in the background as fast as possible.

Stomping into the elevator and taking a spot close to the back, Ameliya turned around to look around at the rest of the incoming group.[color=9e0039] "Get in quick or we are leaving you behind,"[/color] She shouted out to the rest of the inmates. 

The younger women seemed to have other ideas though and held open the elevator waiting for everyone and anyone, leaving Ameliya staring at her unbelievably. Did she not understand what they were facing? A scowl crossed her face but instead of saying anything, she leaned against the elevator's wall, making it sizzle and melt slightly under her burning hot weight.

[color=9e0039][i]Tsk[/i][/color]

The longer they were here the more likely they were going to get caught and if what they had experienced before was considered the norm, she really didn't want to know what their harsh punishment would be.  Each second longer she watched the other members leisurely make their way into the elevator she found herself really wishing she knew where the stairs were.  If they didn't all get their asses in here in the next minute, she was going to make the decision for Abby and get the old rust bucket of an elevator moving.

That was about when someone jumped back down from the roof of the elevator and Ameliya was startled to stand back on her feet expecting another fight. Though she was surprised to find not only it was the guy who had gone in front of them, so that's where he went, but he also hands handfuls of ... gifts?

Wait, wasn't that her sniper rifle? How the hell did he know the insignificant-looking guitar case would hold something helpful? and ... how did he know it was one of theirs? 

Ameliya looked at the man suspiciously for a moment before leaning over and with a hand no longer on flame, picking up the case. Her eyes never left him as she stared at him, waiting to see if this was all some kind of trick. Though standing back up with her sniper bag in her hand, Ameliya stood there bewildered.

[color=9e0039]"...Thank you?" [/color]Ameliya said uncertainly, the words on her tongue feeling so foreign.