[ Off to the side in a cell, Amanda is keeping to herself in a nice, little corner. Her head is in her hands and has been for some time now. A few hours ago, she was yelling and protesting to be let out...She isn't suppose to be here, in a jail cell -- at least not for possession. Not that anyone listened to her, and no one is going to listen now. She's resigned herself to whatever fate, at the moment.