"Then we'll simply have to move quickly." She said, giving a short nod. And move quickly she did, finishing unwrapping the bundle, nudging him gently out of the way so that she could shake ashes out of a waterskin, nudging them here and there into a roughly human silhouette.
That done, she dusted her hands, rolling the oilcloth back up and tucking it back down into the drain, replacing the grate once she'd done so, "We've been working on getting your lot out of here for the past few days, slow going, and we've lost more than we should have." Her voice was quiet, tone conversational as she worked a lockpick out of the end of her braid, setting to work on the lock to his cell as she did so, "You're one of the last still here, we shouldn't have to make another run tomorrow."