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Colten would note the senseless talk of the woman as he continued the process of it all. Surprised no one was coming to investigate, he felt safe assuming they were left here without the supervision of any one. He was deeply troubled with this hysteric woman, for her health and mental stability. It had been years since he'd taken health, what was the necessary care for shock, again? He would give one fierce pull, rubbing his palm raw as the door struggled to hold on, he would pull away giving a half-assed thwak! The bottom most hinge would crumple in it's disrepair, near falling. He would give a broad smile in the mounting triumph. Looking back to check on the woman before returning to his work.

He would pull in and out on the door shaking it, it was clear it was on the verge of giving in, he felt fresh sweat on his forehead, under his arms, at his chest. He would lift a dirty hand to wipe it from his brow. He would give a deep sigh. For the first time thinking that perhaps people were in the other cells. If there were, they had yet to make themselves known. Surveying the outside he saw only other barred doors, white crawling walls, and a wooden bench. The vague image of lettering having been pulled apart with age. Reeling back with one quick, yet powerful blow the door fell and he would quickly put his weight into it, working it so that it fell into the hallway.

He would wield the pipe with a silent pride, at the ready for whatever challenge next presented itself. He would look to the woman, "Are you coming, Rachelle? Perhaps it'd be safer if you waited here while I checked our surroundings." He would give her a bright and stern smile letting the pipe hang loosely at his side.