Kate struggled a moment to focus, then shook her head. "They don't," she said, voice breathy and gasping. "Doesn't usually happen. Claustrophobic." It was a little more nuanced than claustrophobia; she could handle small spaces if there was an open door. It was being locked in that was the problem. She didn't really have the time or inclination to explain that; though she realized no one was likely coming to get them out, her hands were still clenched around the bars, occasionally pulling on the bars.
She rested her forehead on the bars and closed her eyes as a wave of dizziness hit her, and she tried to keep her focus on the girl in the cell with her and finding a solution. And trying to reassure herself that panic attacks couldn't last forever. Or could they? Her lips felt numb as she spoke. "Last time we were cuffed together, there was a key hidden. Have you search anywhere? Maybe there's a key again."