[Zam thinks for a moment and then starts typing.] Not always. They have us in cells a few minutes before the fights start. Usually it’s just me or a couple of other slaves nearby.
[That still leaves a hitch in their would-be plan. Zam traces the glass covering the left side of her face and then reaches for her MID again.] Can’t shift this though.
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[That still leaves a hitch in their would-be plan. Zam traces the glass covering the left side of her face and then reaches for her MID again.] Can’t shift this though.