It took a few hours, but Simms did not leave them be. Kate was still on that damn security council, and though she'd never been as bad as most of the others, she was still worth keeping an eye on. And Jesus, her claustrophobia made it fucking easy, didn't it?
Simms kept an eye on Kate and Ice's cell, when he wasn't busy torturing Cecilia, or stalking through the prison. It was hard to tell for sure on the monitor if Kate was calming down or not, but he could at least follow that the other woman, who he only knew was named Ice because he and Felix had had a laugh over it upon her arrival, was talking to calm Kate down.
This one seemed like an easy fix.
Right before lunch, Simms appeared at the front of their cell, smiling, with two sets of handcuffs in his hand. "I'm going to need you to put your hands through the bars," he told Kate. He looked over at Ice. "You. Put your back up to these bars, and put your hands behind your back. If I have to ask either of you twice, I'm breaking both of your arms."