Kate typically woke easily and alert, but this felt a little too clear, too sudden, none of the luxurious stretching and general quiet time she gave herself before getting up and ready for the day. It was immediately clear, however, that she was not in her bed. She wasn't even in her own room - and she certainly wasn't wearing her own clothing. There was a flash of distaste and anger when she realized her clothes had been changed in the middle of the night again, disapproval and a spike of anxiety when she realized it was essentially prison wear. Orange was not her color.
It dawned on her, then, that she wouldn't be in prison wear for no reason. She bolted upright, eyes scanning the tiny room, vaguely registering another person in the cell with her before the barred door of their tiny cell captured her attention. "No..." she breathed softly, getting up and moving straight to the door. She reached out and pushed at the door, then pulled. Nothing. It was locked. Across from her, an empty cell, quiet voices down the hall. "Hello?" she called out, the first stirrings of panic making her hands shake around the bar, making her chest tighten. "Can anyone out there unlock the door?"