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[Shit-- that quick sweep connects, forcing Chloe to either stay latched on and risk toppling them both or abandon the hold she has for the sake of keeping herself upright. She goes with the latter, using the momentum of Roslyn's kick to spin around on her still-grounded heel, the elbow of her opposite arm coming back with it towards the dead center of Roslyn's rib cage.] Sorry, darling.

[ She can't stop it, doubles over as much as she can, gasping for air. It's the only reason she's not screaming at Chloe, the fact that breathing is too difficult to warrant wasting any air at all, that her entire world has narrowed to blurry vision as she tries to make her diaphragm work again.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That's approximately her entire train of thought at the moment, and a little of it might be visible in her eyes and face. ]

[It is, and it isn't without effect as Chloe briefly pauses once her scramble for the door leaves her with her hands set firmly at its edge. The hit was a solid one, she'd stuck her weight behind it, after all; Roslyn's chest won't likely stop aching for quite some time. Which means those few seconds spent staring back over her shoulder can be spared without any significant risk.]

No hard feelings, yeah? [And then it's shut-- automatic lock snapping into place to leave her trapped as Chloe darts off down the corridor.]

[ She's still staggering moments later, tugging her tablet free even as she clutches her other hand over her throat, gets the AI's attention and her passcodes to the door. It takes her time, precious minutes until she can get out of the cell and the door closed behind her again, looking for Chloe. She can guess where she's gone - the question becomes can she stop her without getting in another guard. Without news of this spreading any further and inciting flames. ]

[In theory it was perfect. In theory it ought to have worked. Instead, Chloe spends the better part of five minutes attempting to claw, pick and (using that knife of hers for leverage) pry her way in past the tightly sealed, user-sensitive lock. The longer time runs on, the more frantic her efforts get become until she's spitting out a litany of growling curses, interrupted only by the sound of approaching footsteps.

Fuck.

Fuck, it wasn't supposed to turn out like this.]

Stay back! [Clearly aware of Roslyn's approah, Chloe doesn't bother abandoning her efforts on the off chance she might still succeed.]

[ In theory. Roslyn has never been more thankful for the instincts that made her go to AI and ensure that only certain people were able to go in and out of the cells. She's moving stiffly still, mobility limited as she holds up her tablet. ]

You can't get in. I'm not going to tell you the code, and if you make a single move towards me again I'm hitting this button and all of my guards will be alerted and this becomes so much more ugly than it has to be. [ That was about all the air she had, and she subsides, breathes in deeply a few times. ]

[There's a significant pause that follows (evidence of the internal debate Chloe's currently wrestling with) before she relaxes her hold on the knife-- and the door itself. Before she's still and quiet, staring right at Roslyn, expression nothing short of unreadable.]

[ Roslyn watches her for a long moment, and then she gestures down the hall towards the next empty cell. ]

Put the knife down on the floor and step inside that room, please.

[Chloe doesn't budge, but her voice shifts-- goes sharp at the edges as it shifts to something more like pleading. A touch more desperate. ]

I'll take the fall, Roslyn - just let me do what you can't.

You know I can't do that.

[ her tone is as neutral as she can make it. ]

I've taken too many oaths.

Right. [The knife is dropped, she lifts her fingers, expression-- and voice-- dull. Disappointed.] To causes instead of friends.

Don't even start. [ her voice sharp now, because that's frustrating as shit. ] My friends don't threaten to torture people.

They certainly don't threaten. [It's punctuated with a quick flick of her eyes from Roslyn to Jesse's cell and back again. At least before Chloe starts to back away towards the designated open room; calling it a reluctant pace would be putting it lightly.]

[ Roslyn doesn't follow except a few steps forward, keeps her gaze fixed on Chloe. ]

Apparently not.

[And from there on she's quiet (not to be mistaken for a calm silence, as the thoughts running through her head are currently anything but: loud and broadcasting through the sharpness in her body language as she pulls herself through the doorway) keeps herself closer to the entrance than what's reasonable or comfortable.]

[ Roslyn finally comes closer, still several feet back from the door, shakes her head. ] You close the door. [ She has to ask AI to seal it, and then go get Chloe's tablet and put it in the office, and probably talk to Sonya. ]

[It's a long beat where Chloe says nothing-- does nothing-- weighing in just how far she'd like to press her current luck (because really her hands are already in it, aren't they? Maybe it'd be nice to have the alarm sounded for the sake of taking a swing at someone else; let off a touch more anger before she's well and truly stuck in.) before her foot finds the door.

And kicks it shut.]

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