"Renji," she repeated, making sure she had the pronunciation right. She did, although her accent flattened the vowels a bit. "I'll let you know when we find an opening." When. Not if. If she repeated it enough, it would come true.

"Or if I get too stir-crazy cooped up in here." She wouldn't; just because she wanted to didn't mean she'd pick a fight for no reward. Even doing so for one felt strange; this place really was getting to her. She shivered, and then threw herself back into a stretch to cover it. They'd been punished, in the labs, for disobedience, and they'd never questioned it.

Here all she had were questions, but it was a still an improvement. "I'm still hoping I can track down the guy on the radio. Maybe he'll have an idea or two." Or she'd confirm he'd been a traitor from the beginning, and they'd still have more information than when they started.