[Ivy shifts from foot to foot, the unweidly armour too heavy for her. She glowers at her warden, a greenish tinge flushing her pale cheeks.No sunlight here, no heat lamps - she was as weak as the rest of them. Worse. Her fingers are itching to pull the trigger on her weapon, but getting left behind isn't exactly a pleasant idea.]

How long do we have to stay here? [She whines.]