Effie was in her cell, kicking at the barrier, a slow, rhythmic thing. She would pause, and then start to kick a new section, something she had been doing since awaking in her cell.
She was looking for a weakness.
She refused to stay here, damnit! She was not some toy to be locked up, she was Effie Elizabeth Nashton and she was going to bust someone's head open for attempting to cage her!
She moved to another section, slowly kicking it, testing the response.