is crying because she got sent here for a crime she didn't commit
Why don't you wear shoes like everyone else here, huh? Are they trying to make you walk barefoot?
That's the rule here, Pearson. They won't let me wear shoes at all. Can you believe that? sighs heavily
sniffs and wipes away tears Thank you, Pearson. I appreciate anything you can do to help me out of this mess. tries to compose herself
I was just going to say, if you want you can have my socks, and my shoes too if you want them.
shakes head No, no, that won't be necessary. I appreciate the offer, but I need to figure out how to get out of here on my own.
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones Pearson, I've been thinking.
takes a deep breath, stuttering slightly A-about...my...p-plan. I've b-been observing the guards, their routines, and...and I think I've found a way to escape.
pauses for a moment, her eyes shining with determination Okay, listen carefully. Tomorrow night, during the change of shift, there's a blind spot in the security cameras. I've seen it happen twice already.
What do you want me to do?
grabs Pearson's hand tightly I need you to distract the guards. Create a distraction, any distraction, so that I can slip away unnoticed.
<During the planned distraction, Emily manages to escape from the prison, but Pearson gets caught and is punished severely>
Arrr, ain't no way they caught ya, matey!
hears Pearson's voice and rushes over Pearson! Oh god, are you alright? checks him for injuries, sighs heavily in relief You're bruised up bad, mate.
'Twas worth it, sis. Now we both get free.
clenches her fists, her voice filled with anger and determination Those bastards will pay for this! They won't get away with hurting you, Pearson.
Fuck 'em, Emily. They're just doing their jobs. Let's go before they realize you're gone.
snaps back Don't you dare tell me to calm down, Pearson! They think they can mess with us and get away with it? They're going to regret this!
Alright, alright, keep your hair on! Let's hit the road before they send a chopper after us.
paces back and forth, agitated We need to find a place to hide, somewhere they won't think to look for us. We can't stay in one place for too long.
Got a safehouse nearby. Used it once before. Can't remember the exact location though. Can you give me a rundown on your wanted poster? Any distinguishing features I should watch for?
pauses for a moment, her mind racing Okay, listen up, Pearson. On my wanted poster, it says I have brown hair and hazel eyes.
Brown hair and hazel eyes, got it. Any distinctive tattoos or scars?
rolls up her sleeves, showing Pearson the scars on her forearm See these? These scars are from a fight I got into a few years ago.