When River tightened her hand around York's arm, he only turned his head and smiled down at her, then slid his arm away so he could put it around her waist and bring her in tighter against his side. "Don't worry, pretty River, it'll all be over soon." Promised from the male Freelancer, who was lifting too-blue eyes back up to the parade of insanity in front of them.
And parade was a very accurate description.. because Texas, after watching Church jerk that police officer in, knock him unconscious, and take the keys (then run away like a baby to the back of his cell), lifted her chin and stared a long moment before lowering crossed arms to her sides and taking a step forward. Her heavy boot made a loud thud against the tile floor, echoing through the small space in the silence. She'd walk right over to that jail cell, lift both hands to wrap them around two side-by-side bars, and she narrowed her eyes and leaned into them as she pulled them apart, bending them with some effort. They creaked and groaned and the man in the cell next to Church made a noise of surprise and stood up quickly, backing away into his corner and sinking down to sit on the ground as he watched this giant, super-woman bend the bars.
But once they were wide enough, Tex was releasing them and turning to the side so she could step through and into the cell that Church had chosen to hide within.
"You did what to my River?" Tex spoke angrily, with sharp words, and was slowly making her way through the cell, back to the wall that Church was standing against, those bright, crazy green eyes locked onto him. "You were doing what to another woman?"