The last thing Cynthia remembers is being overwhelmed by cyborgs while on patrol with Nessa. Their horrifying cyborg encounter started with a single small one, but then more attacked. They tried to fight them off, but they just weren't prepared enough. Now that she's becoming conscious and sporting a bump on her head from where a cyborg knocked her out, Cynthia blames herself – through disjointed half-awake thoughts – for not being strong enough. She thought that she'd be fine, that she could watch Nessa's back while Nessa watched hers, but she couldn't do it. If only she were better at her powers...

She shakes it off and tries to wake up more. There's no point in sleepily sulking right now. It's best to sit up and inspect her surroundings. Alright, she's in a cage, judging from the bars next to her. Nessa is nearby, but Cynthia is too groggy to tell what her status is. Further away but still in the same cage, she can see other figures – at least, she thinks it's more than one. Her perception of things isn't spot-on right now.

"Hey," she mumbles, then tries to raise her voice to a more audible level. "Hey, where are we? What's happening?"