Cait looked hurriedly around her, the most worried any of them had ever seen her, but otherwise remarkably composed. She pressed her palms to the glass, testing the thickness before circling the interior.
"W-what's going on? Get me out of here!" She said from inside the dome, pacing around the small space, her feet cold against the metal floor. The glass prison was quite tall, as if half a sphere had been embedded in the ground, allowing her to stand in most places. At its highest it was almost too tall for her to reach, but she crouched to inspect every aspect of her confines. Cait noticed the grates built into the ground, peering into one but seeing nothing, sitting in a defeated heap beside it. Falling into a numb silence, she attuned to the sound of rushing air hissing up through the
