Nessa isn't quite lucid enough to register what their cagemate has said, but when she feels the touch of Cynthia's hand, she grabs onto it and tugs the girl toward her into a rough embrace. She subtly checks her teammate over, sniffing her to make sure she wasn't the origin of the thick smell of blood and death that clung to the air.

Slowly, she manages to regain enough consciousness to blink around at their dark surroundings, and when she does she notices the girl, covered in blood, through blurry eyes--they still weren't right after the oil got into them. She can't help but curl around Cynthia protectively when she feels her shake, eying the girl, her arm tightening around Cynthia's waist. If she had been in her feline form, Nessa would be growling.

"What table?" Her voice cracks, and then she glances over to the bars to see--

"Bee!"

Great, the rescue party was here already for them!