The cell fell into an uneasy quiet after they finished eating. The trays had been collected through the slot without ceremony, leaving them alone with their wild thoughts and the unfamiliar comfort of their new accommodations.
Tank claimed the lower bunk nearest the window, her massive frame making the bed look smaller than it was. She lay on her back, hands folded behind her head, staring at the ceiling with an expression that suggested she was calculating angles and trajectories, preparing for battles that might never come.
Blade took the bunk across from her, sitting cross-legged on the thin mattress with her back against the wall. Her eyes were closed, but her breathing pattern suggested meditation rather than sleep, centering herself the way she always did after violence.
