She stood stiffly while he fastened the straps of her gas-mask. Did Mannik think she couldn't do as much on her own? She'd have, if she hadn't thought the apartment was in this same 'complex'. Adelmar's fists clenched by her side, but she didn't do much else. For now, at least. There was a growing need in her to punch something - or preferably someone. Usually not one for violence or large emotion displays, standing around helplessly like this built up anger and desperation that could break norms she followed obediently. And still, her common sense told her she had little to no chances of survival if she indeed fled.

So Adel followed to him, wrapping arms around herself. It wasn't cold, no, but it felt like her exposed skin couldn't breath with all this dust and air she could nearly feel as heavy around them. Each strange cry in distance made her wince internally, but young woman did her best to keep up with him. "Like an animal led to slaughter, quietly and obediently," she thought with distaste. But despite such co-operative actions, she actually took in every detail she could, trying to imagine what she could do and where to go, if she did attempt an escape in a short while. If they'd share an apartment, perhaps she'd have a chance to flee as it wouldn't be exactly a prison?

Her new 'home' turned out to be even more simple than she could have pictured. She would have to sleep on floor? But if he did, she could, too. Woman took off her mask, looking around for a place to put it and then hung it next to (or over) Mannik's. At question about food, Adelmar wanted to say 'no', but after short hesitation said that she will eat. Who knows when next meal would be offered, there was no point in starving herself - it only weakened body. After receiving her portion, she settled down in the furs, nibbling on food slowly, eyes downcast.

Would she get a new set of clothes, did they ever get a chance to shower down here? These thoughts spun around her head. Knee length dress and coat over it wasn't the best outfit for prolonged wearing in environment such as this. Adel berated herself for not asking Commander for a brush, at the very least. Her long hair didn't tangle easily, but she couldn't stand walking around with messy head. Then, a thought came to her - he hadn't checked pockets of her coat. The SocialPad was still with her, although she doubted it was in zone and could be used to call someone or write to them. And there was nowhere to hide it here, either. But maybe she could 'legalize' it as a personal journal? In fact, continuing to write her diary could be a good way to stay sane.

A thought occurred to her and Adel rose her head to look at her captor. "How does your Commander plan to give message to Hadars? Is there messenger in Above? Or in another way?" she inquired and moments later, bitterly added: "I just would have liked to see their faces when they hear the news." And those were not lies. Although she could quite clearly picture shock mixed with disgust about her and whole situation right now, too.