Holtz may have only been here for - what, a day? Two days? - but she had already made a few subtle changes to her jumpsuit, Holtzmann was a woman with her own unique style and she didn't enjoy anybody else trying to cramp it. The most noticeable addition was a pendant she'd clearly fashioned out of scrap metal. It was a rough copy of her favourite necklace from back home, but it made her feel a little more comfortable to have it here.

She shuffled in to the commissary, zombie-like and obviously a little confused. As an academic and a scientist, Holtz was not the kind of person who kept 'normal' sleeping patterns, and this whole forced sleep and waking up at an ordinary hour thing was messing with her senses, it was like having jet lag without the jet.