[ we say kid, but really, if she didn't have this shapeless hospital gown on, it'd be a little more obvious that she's got an adult's shape... berserker just... happens to be very small. ]

Locked in a box with only one way out, in a house of prison wardens? It is a fool's choice.

[ her bare feet are the same color red as her remaining hand, ending in the same looping pattern; and she's clawed on all three, just the same way her teeth are sharp when she speaks. dropping malia's hand, she taps at the glass with one of those claws, and leans in to examine the lock keeping the window fastened shut.

berserker was lucky, waking up with the clarity of knowing she is not like these humans, and she finds obstacles slightly less daunting. instinct tells her the window is a safe choice, like instinct tells her she's strong enough to force this lock if they need to. her nails are sharp, filed to points, and tougher than steel, and she taps the mechanism one more time, waiting. ]

I do not fear climbing or falling. It will be worth it to find what has been taken from me.

[ down the hall, there's a loud flurry of activity as that elevator they're avoiding opens — simultaneously, berserker jams her claw under the seam where it is screwed onto the window frame, and pries it loose with a grating crunch. ]

See? They will not trap us. If you are scared, I will carry you, human, and jump.