The ragtag band of escapees panted for a moment, catching their breath after the furious melee. Both prison guards who hadn't fled were dead and broken on the ground, but it was not a sign that they were safe - Only that more guards would be there soon. The little break room only showed further evidence of the melee - Dents in the wall where cheap dryrock had been crushed, spent shotgun shells on the floor, broken door behind them where they'd fled from the massacre downstairs.
Time was running short. Our intrepid heroes didn't know how long they had, but they knew that they would have to move quickly or find themselves thrown back in the cells they'd only just escaped from.
Foosteps came from behind and they all turned to watch, cautious for any further attackers. Instead of any enemy, however, they saw a humanoid form - But one concealed by robes and twisted by metal machinations. Only Tarkus recognized Scythia Harlocke, who had been held up finishing her character sheet and only then was able to join the other acolytes.