Kate heard Ice talking to her, but couldn't quite focus on the words. Her hands had tightened into white-knuckled fists around the bars, breathing increasingly fast and shallow as the phobia she'd never been able to shake took ever-stronger hold. "No," she murmured. "I can't... We have to get the door open." She flashed back to the other times she'd had this problem. Her second day in the house, waking up in a tiny closet handcuffed to Juliet, and the day her bathroom door mysteriously stuck closed and Chase had helped her get out. This... she wasn't sure who could help her get out but she did know that if she had to be stuck locked in a tiny room for very long, she might actually die.
"I really need to get out," she managed. Her breath had taken on a faint wheeze as the band around her chest closed tighter; she fumbled in the pockets of the orange coverall for her inhaler and took two quick puffs, hoping to forestall any asthma attacks on top of the panic she was struggling to pull herself out of.