Faan'tina groaned, awaking to feel her vision slowly moving in and out of focus. She was in some kind of cell made of solid gray slabs of concrete, but she could tell little else from her position on the rock-hard bed. A failing light outside her cell block was emitting an irritating buzz, but she figured that was the least of her worries. While her eyes sorted themselves out, Faan'tina recalled the ugly grunts with the blaster; she now realized it must have been a stun dart. The entry hole it had left was still throbbing away, muffled by Faan'tina's still fuzzy senses. The prison carried the smell of unwashed inmates and a lack of proper bathrooms. Faan'tina coughed at the unbearable stench, wrinkling her nose in disgust. In a fleeting moment, she remembered that Hakim had been captured as well. A soft thump sounded around her cell block as Faan'tina rolled off the bed and stumbled over to the cold steel bars, tightly wrapping her hands around them to gaze down the long, dimly-lit hallway, hoping for any sight or sign of her smuggler friend.