Post lockdown, inside, Open to Bob and anyone that wants to come up while she's talking to herself
Kytana cursed to herself when the doors slammed shut. Locks obviously clacking home. That was less than helpful when you were trying to break people out. The dark didn't put her off though. She had been in darker places. She was able to reach out with her other senses, not the force, of course, but there were four other senses beyond sight.
She moved along the guard rail, quietly quickly. Taping the end of the long straight, thick stick she'd chosen to bring along as her weapon of choice. Using the sounds that reported back to find voided areas. Slipping up against the wall, between two cell blocks she let herself slide to a sit. Closing her eyes so that they would acclimate to the darkness better.