"How did we get here?! What happened to the Fireman?" She zeros in on the slightly familiar face of her co-prisioner as she uses her grubby hands to feel around the floor and walls. Definitely magiced, but how? and what enchantments? The magic in this place was so confusing to her. She jitters close to the blond again.

"Everything's magic'd, and they obviously mean to starve us with such horrible fare," gesturing towards the offered food with disdain. "oh except maybe this."

Picking up the gruel she sniffs it experimentally. Maybe if she added a pinch or two of spider legs...Reaching up into her rats nest of hair, she pulls out a small vial with tiny black sticks inside. Dashing the contents into the bowl seems to calm her enough to talk without her voice cracking.

"Maybe if we, uh, over-power a guard?"