Lieutenant J'van D'nalls paced slowly in the cell provided to him by the Cardassian government. It was a virtual luxury accommodations compared to most of the prisons he had been held in. Actually, It wasn't even a prison, it was a secured quarters in a Cardassian military facility. Sounded better, but it still meant that he was not going anywhere any time soon. As he walked slowly, he glanced over at Cyanah, seeing she was still on the bed, obviously resting, trying to regain her strength in her arm that had taken a disruptor blast. Luckily, it was a graze. She was lucky, he was lucky as well, considering how many shots exploded into the body of the Legit. It was just like many other fire fights he had been a part of, but with a few distinct differences. For one, he had no back up. No one behind him, armed, that he knew he could count on. Rhiannon was armed. But there was not much trust there. Something was just not right about her. At first he thought it was just due to nerves and her transporter mishap. She seemed distant, very much alien to her surroundings, and her mind was different. He felt that she was totally at ease, yet judging by her actions, if she were killing a Cardassian Legit for the Maquis, surely she would have been worried about it at least somewhat. Not to mention the fact that she had absolutely no reason to do this. He conceded that he did not know her well enough, but he was sure that he would have realized if she were a blood thirsty Maquis assassin. She was different. She was not Rhiannon Morrigan. He turned his attention back to Cyanah. Yes, she seemed calmed and reserved, but in reality, she was far from it. He could smell the fear and tension roll off her like a musky perfume, filling his nostrils, and betraying her attempt at seeming calm. She had every right to be a tad on the fearful side. She was not accustomed to being imprisoned for assassination. She probably never thought that she would be here. But, then again, all things considered, it could have been worse. If calmer minds had not prevailed, the two of them would have been shot immediately. So here they were. Two Starfleet offices, being held in a Cardassian military compound, on the charges of attempted assassination. More then likely, there was no rescue plan being discussed by Starfleet. They would take their time, process the information. They would consider their options. Diplomats would converse. Months would go by. More then likely, there were not going to see the inside of a Starfleet vessel any time soon. Cyanah may be released sooner, obviously, given her race and her nature; she is quite obviously not an assassin. But J'van was there for the duration, unfortunately. Of course, that did not mean much to J'van. He had no intention of staying there very long. Yet, he had to consider Cyanah. She could not be killed in an escape attempt. For her sake, he would have to wait a while, see what opportunities arose, and wait some more. With any luck, the Klingon strike force that was sitting out in the darkness was getting ready to do what Starfleet basically did not have the balls to attempt. They would get D'nalls out, and take out a good chunk of the Cardassian military in the process. Unfortunately, it might just have to come down to that. J'van D'nalls escaped Cardassia once; he can and would do it again.