Post lockdown, inside, C-Block (Seedy Ave), upper tier (end cell)
Grey heard Mitchell's voice and pressed herself closer to the wall. Malcolm had told her to hide, and in the absence of anything else to do she'd done it, but hearing Mitchell, who frankly sounded like crap, well that sort of gave her something to do, didn't it? She wondered if whoever had spoken before was in here now, waiting.
She wasn't just going to wait to be found, because that was almost certainly how this was going down, wasn't it? She had no idea where she was, that was the problem with trying to hide in the dark.
Fuck it.
"Cricket," she corrected, standing up straighter and moving away from the wall. "Mitchell...can you keep talking? Where are you? If I come and find you do you promise not to be a twat about it?"