Yvene fell forward just a bit as she was still slumped against the door before it clicked open. Correcting her posture immediately she stood up and looked at the open doorway, the reality of what was going on still not setting in. Gods, how long had it been since she had seen the door open? Since she was able to step out into the hallways? Not since they dragged her kicking and screaming the first time. It felt wrong almost, as over the course of however long this voyage was she had been trained into being complicit and staying put. 

Before any thoughts could be formulated she heard a loud metal on metal clashing sound out before the lights suddenly went out. For a moment the cell block was pitch black before the red eerie lights started up again. 

[color=ffb5b0][i]“Oh so it's all going to bloody hell”[/i] [/color] She muttered under her breath, letting loose a string of curses in her native language. Yells of panic and joy could be heard as she pivoted around, looking back at the equipment pod that staud tauntingly above her head every day. The only thing she had on her at her time of arrest was a small jeweled lanyard. It had a delicate engraving on the silver metal lantern piece that hung on the end. It was tiny enough that Yvene could store it in the most inconspicuous of places and it was not noticeable. It held no real currency value, not much anyway. Purely was a keepsake she liked to keep near and dear.  It was worn and spots of rust that she could not quite remove seemed to spread across the old metal. It clattered to the ground once the pod opened and she dove down, grabbing it quickly. Smiling lightly she tucked it safely into her top and once again made her way back to the door frame. Why was she hesitating so much? She had daydreamed extensively about being able to wander around again freely. 

Hesitation however only lasted for a moment before she went strolling out into the hallways. Although she wished it was under better circumstances, it was still nice to roam free. Even if death loomed just down the hallway. The metallic stench hit her nose causing her to recoil just a bit. It was hard to tell from the mostly sealed cells but out here it smelt like death. There was no doubt this was a do or die situation. She scrunched her nose slightly, before looking over to the person who set her free. Or at least who she had assumed set her free as they looked like a mechanic rather than one of the ragtag looking inmates. 

[color=007236]“Maybe if we can let Dr. Bursmir know what’s going on she can do something about whatever’s spreading through the ship. I don’t know, this wasn’t exactly in the handbook.”[/color]
 

At the mention of whatever is spreading Yvene became acutely aware of the coughing that seemed to be resounding through this block. The pieces suddenly snapped together cognitively for her as she realized why this might be happening. Though not all of the information seemed apparent it was still pretty obvious. Truly also all the more worrisome. 

[color=ffb5b0]“Oh.[i] Oh.[/i] Is..this why the guards are clearing us out? I'm not coughing. I swear I’m not coughing.”[/color] She grimaced, moving to cover her mouth and nose. She recoiled a bit, moving closer to her cell door again so she was away from other people, least the most she could be. They needed to leave though. No doubt the “cleaning” would sweep over this way and she wanted to be gone for that. 

[color=ffb5b0]“Okay. So the doctor. Where is her office, or the sector she works in? I rarely speak with her, and if I do she comes to me. We should move. Probably now.”[/color] She paused for a minute before laughing. [color=ffb5b0]“Oh and thank you for this. For freeing us, you didn’t really have to but you did, even knowing the risk.”[/color] As the last words left her lips Yvenes entire body froze, as all of her cells seemed to vibrate in response. A guttural roar seemed to echo through the ship. It wasn’t super audible but it still made her tear up slightly, the sound triggering a pure emotional response which was unusual. Yvene had to root herself in place to not go chasing after it, this distressed noise. She felt the innate need to do so, but managed to stay in one spot. 

[color=ffb5b0]“We really need to go.”[/color]