"Ugh..." Zaida groaned from the scene. She stood straight, still line up where she was suppose to. Whether someone was executed or being punished she didn't really care for them.
Until her name was called, followed by orders, Zaida moved along. In front, back, by their sides just armed prospekts marched on, escorting them all to their assigned cells. She looked around the grey and depressing facility just thinking to herself 'partner? Must be some kind of social experiment...'