Breakout!
Who: Maddie and Billie
Where: Holding Room
When: Late night
Moar: Language, Violence, very likely blood

Okay, and she thought walking around this ship of doom for hours was boring. At least she could flirt with Matt on patrol. The gal who'd attacked some girl in the diner yesterday was about as good for conversation as a wall. A wall that glared at a body like a cat who's tail had been trod on. Really, if looks could kill, some of the ones Maddie had gotten from her would have her dead, buried and the daisies already growing on her grave.

Boring and hostile at the same time. Only on this fucking doomship, she swore.

Still, the gal was a person and she didn't have much to do but glare at her jailers. Captain Lucky Charms had said she weren't talking, and she sure as hell wasn't talking to Maddie at all. And she'd been there a few hours.

"You want some water or somethin' to eat?" she asked. Really, it weren't like she was being starved for information. They hadn't resorted to anything that drastic.