How does she get out of this place, this cell? That thought has monopolized her attention. She tried the obvious approach. She hurled herself bodily at the walls till cartilage crackled and bones snapped and finally pain conquered instinct, persuading her that brute force alone would earn her nothing, not now, anyway. She managed to dent one of the wall panels and scraped shick out of the floor—that’s all. Not worth the price in blood.