The screams penetrated the asylum and even Shawna recoiled at the sound. A glance behind her showed that her companion in the van was still with them. An angel. An actual angel. Shawna took in her feathery wings, soft brunette curls, and the soul born blue eyes. Those eyes that could go straight to the soul. Shawna averted her gaze with a frown. She wasn't much for anyone getting a peek into her soul, much less an angel. She knew how much smut she carried after all.

"I bet you're looking forward to this aren't you, cher?"

Shawna cast a glare in Trance's direction but said nothing. It was best not to.

She had expected the screams and sounds of pain to be coming from other captured supers, or innocents being tortured. Despite all her looking, Shawna saw nothing but still she could hear the screams. It made her wonder if it was all residual from the very existence and past of the aslym. The thought itself made her cringe as she drew in a shaky breath.

What had Trance meant before...

The conversation plagued her as she soaked in her surroundings with eyes that didn't miss a single speck of dirt. The guards directed the angel into one of the cells before she was directed to one. Directed was a kind word considering the manhandling toss in she got.

Thankfully the zip strip had been removed from her bruised wrists, but it was the charmed silver that remained. Groaning she sank down on the soiled cot, not wishing to think of what bodily fluids had tainted it so. She still did not understand why she was here.

Only too soon would she find out...