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Jayna watched as two of the SOOC officers lashed out at Sol, especially the mouthy one. For the first time since she'd been taken from the institute, she genuine wanted to beat someone senseless, and she was fully in control of herself. She barely restrained a full out growl at the foolish man. He'd just made an enemy out of someone he reeeally didn't want seeking him out if anything turned into a battle.

At least the other one was more composed. Sort of. After seemingly searching every pocket on his person, he looked like he suddenly wanted to jump of the walls or something. She had no clue what on earth that was all about. But he eventually calmed down and didn't even mouth off at Sol overly much.

Smart man. Well, as smart as you can be and still get caught in the ambush, she thought, another amused look ghosting over her face. She always found it comical when people called her emotionless. She wasn't, most people just didn't pay attention enough to actually notice. Plus, if they did, they usually doubted themselves to the point where they convinced themselves otherwise. She sure didn't mind.

But Jayna could suppress a full out grin as she watched Sol grab the mouthy one and snarl in his face. Ah, how she wished she could do it herself. When Sol threw the man down, she realized the grin was still in place and instantly cleared her face of emotions.

When Sol made his way to her and unchained her, she almost lost hold on her mask completely. He undid her chains himself, then straightened and walked to the door without so much as a backwards glance. While she really had nowhere to go unless she wanted to stay where she was, but what was he playing at?

Jayna finally decided she didn't care. If possible, she wanted to know why she was here. What they wanted her for. She knew her appeal, but why did they think they could handle her? At the moment, she was feeling rather inclined towards Sol, no doubt having to do with the display towards the SOOC officer, so she stood and followed the man.