The corridor led to a row of cells. The first one held two scruffy-looking humans and a dozen female orks. The prisoners milled about, muttering angrily. They shouted catcalls at the cops herding Pita. The cops ignored them, turning Pita to face the barred door of the cells and applying something hot to the plasti-cuffs that encircled her wrists. She smelled burning plastic, and then her arms sprang apart as the cuffs released.