She glowers. She knew there were more things in her pockets, but also realized she probably shouldnt be showing them.

The guard hands the girl a warm biscuit, she smiles at him and quickly tears off a piece eating it.

She sits in one of the corners.

Bex looks around, knowing he should probably just stay here but being the bored one he is he turns on the engine and speeds off, blending in with the other speeding cars.

She slowly identifies each item in the pockets. She smiles, realizing she has a small pocket knife. It was barely the size of her pinkie finger, but it would do.

He speeds past the jail, honking with a laugh.

Careful not to reveal the weapon, she waits for night.

As night comes Bex parks in a dark forest, turning off his engine and locking the doors.

She waits for the others to fall asleep.

The girls, all but three, fall asleep. The guards, having changed out for new guards. They were much more alert and awake, standing at every other foot around the cell.