She hates being inside the prison. She hates that she doesn't really know why either. It's a feeling that settles deep into her bones, but every time she tries to grasp at why the memory slides further back from her mind.

Then again, outside isn't much better. But it makes her feel a little better. It's more open, makes her feel like less of a prisoner. She hates that smothering feeling. She wonders if it has anything to do with the collar around her neck that doesn't seem to have to do with the city made of metal. Something from home but... she can't figure out what the antlers might possibly mean.

She gives up trying. It's a waste of effort anyway. She won't remember without the proper cogs that go into the hole in the back of her head. She almost wondered if that had always been there, but memories of her childhood in Keramzin told her otherwise. At least she remembered something.

Caught dwelling again, she opts for a distraction. She follows the streets around city as they take her west. The darkness starts to settle in and she feels a sharp pain in her shoulder from a bite she can't remember receiving. She flinches, putting her hand to her shoulder. Even the dulled touch through the red jumpsuit helps to some extent. For now, she keeps walking and hopes to find something useful she can store for when things go bad around here.

Which seemed to happen a lot.