She looks up at her.

"How do you kill people?"
Still blunt old Trisha.

She writes. ,, I have a few different methods. If you can get Zaire out of his box I can show you how they work. ,,

She nodded, then walked over to the box Zaire was in. She simply knelt by it and peaked up the bottom a bit.

He growls at her.

Bad choice, that gave her his position and she yanked the box up, quick as a blink shoving a hand over and grabbing for his scruff. Not harshly though.

He turns into his human form.

It's incredible how much stamina you can find when you're fighting an enemy in battle, even if that enemy is just your imagination. For what must have been three or four hours everyone in that cave swung their picks at the rock relentlessly, like barbarians bringing down the walls of a castle. The sound of pick striking rock, the flash of the sparks, and the screams that powered each swing made Vic's ears ring and her blood pound. It really was like an ancient battle, and she started to wonder just how long the blacksuits would last if all of Furnace's inmates picked up their tools and turned on their captors. Once the blacksuit herded everyone into the showers, which were exactly the same as last time, freezing cold water and such. And they didn't have a list of who all was supposed to be there and who wasn't.

She then just tackled him down and tried to pin him. With all her weight.

He growls and bites her with his sharpened teeth.