Morrigan was still in her cell, sitting up in her cot with her back against the wall. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her fingers played with the sleeve of her uniform absentmindedly. God, I hate it here., she though, bringing her hands up and attempting to work out the tangles in her thick hair, which fell like a curtain over most of her face when she was with company but was currently parted to reveal features marred with scars and speckled with dust and grime. Just a few more weeks… Badb and Macha are probably hacking the system right now.. She cut off the thought, releasing a grunt of frustration at how utterly useless she felt, stuck here and waiting for her friends to bust her out. Today is visitation day.., she reminded herself. They'll be here with an update, and it won't be too difficult to get knock out Liam with all the security cameras down, if Badb does her job. Sighing, she leaned forward to rest her chin on her fists.
(I think she'll be a regular if that's okay? pretending to lie low?)