After they'd reached the constabulary...

After they'd reached the constabulary, the hours blurred together in a numb mess of paperwork and questions. Alex had been whisked back into a private room immediately, seeing only a few constables and detectives in her entire time there. She was on edge, waiting for them to parade her about in irons-a humiliation, it seemed, was not scheduled for that day. Eventually, she was taken to the jail. At least this part would be familiar, she thought. But even that was not to be. Rather than the more public booking desk, Lady Conolly was escorted again to a private room, where her belongings were briefly searched and more paperwork was signed. Finally, at long last, she was taken to her...well, it was hardly a cell. More of a room. No cellmate, no shared facilities with tiny bunks. A proper single bed, with a good mattress and sheets. A small wardrobe for clothes (that she was keeping those, and not being dressed in a uniform was marvel enough). A small desk and chair. And even a mostly private lavatory. Only the bars on the door, and the regularly passing guards reminded her where she was. Alone in her thoughts, Alex curled up with Lucy's bunny. Only then were the tears finally allowed to break free.