Yes, but they don't look very dangerous

You spend the next few hours making the most of the peace, and lie back on the bed inning through possibly breakout scenarios in your mind. They all seem to unravel at one stage or another, and there are a lot of shaky assumptions which these were being based on, but without any solid info or any means to learn any more this was the best you cold manage, the theory being that should you get your opportunity then having half formed plans might help give you an objective even if the end result is buying yourself more time.

Once you've done all you can on mental planning you move onto actual resting, and fall into a light sleep, trying your best to keep yourself alert enough for sounds so you don't miss a chance, a very helpful and useful talent inherited from your mothers lineage. It seems however that your special Elven talent for light sleeping wasn't even necessary as the noice Garth makes bringing in his new prey would of been loud enough to wake the dead.

"You think your some hot shit, refusing to even fight me, making me follow you across half the damn station, through the goddamn belly of that station, getting me covered all whatever the hell the crap is!" Garth bellows as he storms his way along the deck a foul stentch seeming to follow just a few steps behind him, as you see the burly form of your captor covered in all manner of unpleasant looking fluids and matter. You don't know who your new cell mate was, but the sight of Garth definitely put them up in yours books, and you stand up to see if you can see who had enraged Garth as much as you wished to when he was gloating at your circumstance. You didn't know how long you were out for, but you didn't recall ready of any of stations in the local sector, so you reckon the ship must be close by to station with a small ship to dock maybe, it would explain the unease of space travel you felt, but why it wasn't anywhere nearly as bad as when in flight, especially with nothing really to distract you from it.

You're not waiting long before you see a young man, seemed to be an unmodded human as far as you could see, he was of average build with dark brown hair too short to be a captain or some other type of rogue, yet too long and unkempt for any military sorts. He wore a long black jacket a plain green shirt beneath, dark navy baggy trousers with many pockets, which you've seen a few mechanics use from time to time, and heavy black boots, which seem to be the only solid item of clothing of quality. His hands are cuffed infront of him with a mix of metal and a shimmering field similar to the one covering your cell, the last thing you notice are his strange blue eyes both dull and bright in color like the two colors were trapped in an endless war to see which eye color will take hold.

The man suddenly looks up at you, his eyes seeming to stare right through you, making you feel even more naked than you are, you feel a slight chill as he stares directly into your eyes, and your begin to tremble slightly his gaze triggering your fight or flight sensation, and all screaming for you to flee, as any smart remark you were about to make at Garths expense about his unassuming captive die in your throat. The man's expression a troubling neutral tone, unfeeling and unquestioning as if he was reading a menu, his eyes scanning you, but not like a normal person might, especially given your attire. Then suddenly a blink and your uneasy sense disapates and suddenly a odd calm flows over you, incredible relief which you've only felt when being seconds from discovered, only to be missed by a security drone. The mans face changes, miniscule muscle movements almost imperceptible to the eye, his mouth contorts into a small smile and he winks at you. You find yourself nodding and then feel the sudden urge to sit back down, your mind feeling taxed and fatigued, a onset delay to either the ****, mild dehydration and being knocked out in you room or perhaps a mix of the three.

"Get in the damn cell." Garth snaps as he holds his palm up to a reader on a wall panel and the shimmer to your cell and its neibour across from your own dissipate leaving a strong metalic taste of ozone in your mouth, and with it the full blast of whatever crap was caked onto Garth, and you recoil automatically. Garth catches your movement and hits the wall as the man he was escorting into the cell steps in as if he was a VIP waiting for the car door to be opened, than a prisoner being put in their cell. "Right well I'm going to plot a course, take a load off, burn my clothes and sleep in the shower, then I'm coming back to talk to you sweet thing." Garth says as he taps a few buttons on the same panel, and a panel in the back wall slides up in both cells. "There's food and water for you both. Get comfortable, get to know each other, because we're going to be on a long trip together." Garth says his usually confidence returning as he smiles and walks away and the shimmering field over the cells crackles back to life.

You walk over to the panel and take a bottle of water, opening it and taking a long swig of the chilled water. Savouring the cool refreshing feeling, quite possibly one of the few comforts you'll get until you can spring yourself from this jail. You turn to the man in the cell across from you, and raise your bottle. "Cheers" You offer with a smile.