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River's alone in her cell again. She usually is.
Except the cameras. Those are always there, little electronic eyes and ears in the walls. And guards outside, and more to watch the security feed.
River knows the ways of cages.
She's shackled, wrist and ankle, and lying curled under her bunk. Her eyes are glazed. The sedative they gave her hours ago is wearing off enough that she's only half-asleep, floating in a hazy stupor. Someone will be in soon to give her food, and someone else to dope her again afterwards.
But not yet.
Except the cameras. Those are always there, little electronic eyes and ears in the walls. And guards outside, and more to watch the security feed.
River knows the ways of cages.
She's shackled, wrist and ankle, and lying curled under her bunk. Her eyes are glazed. The sedative they gave her hours ago is wearing off enough that she's only half-asleep, floating in a hazy stupor. Someone will be in soon to give her food, and someone else to dope her again afterwards.
But not yet.