Jane kicked and screamed some more but not before being caught in the middle of her inner chaos by Izzy's fingers. Jane gasped, her weeping subsided suddenly but her tears still flowed. Listening to her words were like the sun peeking through a storm. Much more after the faint feeling of the captains lips on her forehead. Suddenly, a rainbow formed in the eye of that emotional storm. 

Jane couldn't answer to much of anything, she could only perk up her expression, albeit the smeared makeup contrasted the feelings in her heart. But when the captain mentioned performing in the clouds she couldn't resist but I part her comments on the matter. "Y-yes.. yes very much so cap'n. And I want to throw dynamite in the world below as I do so! I've given up on trying to make ends meet on the streets of this country. If I can't get the recognition I deserve then I shall take it for myself." Wiping her tears with her torn sleeve she sat up on her knees. "How spectacular would it be to blow up this prison and this castle and the stupid countess and her butch marshall?" Her voice hoarse from so much screaming she sat her back against the metal jail bars. 


Jane flinched when the voice of the skeleton suddenly erupted in anger. Attempting to get closer but the shackle at her neck kept her from getting a better look. "Oh? You're.. bones. That's it." A smile drew upon her face. "Well it's nice to meet you there! My name is Jane! What's yours?" Before long the skeleton was mumbling escape ideas to himself. Jane would try to think something up all the same. "It might work.. no.. well.. if I knew lock picking." Then an idea came to mind. She'd get close to Izzy suddenly, her face right up to hers. "How about I pretend to get convulsions and you go about panicking? That'll get the guards to open the doors. Then.. then.." Jane bowed her head in defeat. "..somehow you kick his ass. But how, with your hands bound?"