Erika knew that feeling all to well, the desire to leave all of this behind. Her work was more mentally exhausting then physically exhausting, it meant she could be beaten until she couldn't stand and then work at her full potential the next day. Erika stretched, going to get Alena's clothes, bringing them to her. "It only gets worse, but escaping means death. Just be aware of it if it's something you plan on trying." Erika knelt down and handed Alena her garment. "My number is 8743 if you ever want to find my room." She said softly. "I would be more then happy to try to leave this place to, it's not a life worth living if it's a life of emptiness."

She took Alena's hands, smiling softly, but Alena would have to leave now. The next girl was coming in soon.