Loud talking Maryanne had taken to sleeping a lot, it was something she'd learned to do in the five years on the LAM when food was scarce. She let Dom have the most of the bread, after all he was human, and she wasn't. Since she wasn't feeding Tim she could afford it. She used crumbs to entice mice into their cell, since she could digest the less than appetizing meal uncooked.
Mitchell's panicked voice mixed with the tang of the smell of blood woke her. Her voice was a little groggy when she answered back.