Hrm. [She looks him over with her eyes, not sure if he's talking himself up or not, but there's not a lot of time. The guards may be making their rotations at any moment.] Well, be ready to throw a hard one then.
[Ermes adjusts from her crouch and lies on the ground, wrapping herself into a tight fetal positions. She takes a deep breath and lets out a loud groan, pushing her hands into her stomach and making the most guttural pained sound she can. Mostly she's going off of memory, plenty of prisoners faking illness to get out of doing one thing or another.
If nothing else, the sound does begin to attract a guard into walking toward their holding cell.]
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[Ermes adjusts from her crouch and lies on the ground, wrapping herself into a tight fetal positions. She takes a deep breath and lets out a loud groan, pushing her hands into her stomach and making the most guttural pained sound she can. Mostly she's going off of memory, plenty of prisoners faking illness to get out of doing one thing or another.
If nothing else, the sound does begin to attract a guard into walking toward their holding cell.]