Some part of Akemi wondered if she should even bother opening the door to her cell. Others were, by this point, stepping out to explore this odd prison and mingle with one another from what she could gather. It felt like a threatening prospect, if any of the people in here meant any harm. Were their captors watching from that panopticon, seeing who remained in their cells and who did not? Perhaps this was some sort of test. Or, perhaps this was simply a Lord of the Flies situation, with every man for himself. Perhaps her cell was the safest place to be. Or, perhaps someone out there knew something useful.
More than a little time was spent weighing these odds. Punishment, new information, risk, reward. Ultimately, the desire to understand her situation outweighed any fear of potential punishment.
After all, things could hardly get any worse for her.
Akemi exits her cell and walks carefully around the perimeter of the cell area, combing over its space in search of cameras, armed guards, phones, anything.
Noticing a figure approaching, Akemi turns to face them. Her sharp gaze scans over the other with the same scrutiny as with her surroundings, almost as if they were more of an obstacle than a person.
"You. Am I to presume you also remember nothing of your arrival here?"
