Amelia was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall as if she was relaxing, this wouldn't be such an unusual sight if she had not been doing so in a prison cell, she hadn't technically committed any crimes and even provided proof of stopping criminals moments before she willingly surrendered herself to the authorities for questioning, the only reason she was technically being withheld was just so the marine's who had arrested her look like they were following their job to the letter to whoever there superior was. But Amelia had a much more pressing matter then being stuck in a prison cell to worry about, she had been hired to protect a box and safely return it to its owner Mr.Dumble but upon trying to complete the request not only did she encounter three thieves but also a man by the name of Maverick who was far beyond the average thief in both physical and mental prowess, from how Maverick spoke to her she surmised that he and his supposed captain knew a great deal more about who Mr.Dumble really was and what the contents of the box contained, when she settled everything on her end she would be sure to locate him and question him properly on just what she was getting into with his request.

Although a few things were unsolvable while she remained in her cell one thing was particularly clear and that was as long as she kept pursuing the box rather it be in the warehouse or not she would once again clash with Maverick in the process, she couldn't do much to train in the cell she was in or else the guards may find her actions suspicious so she decided to train herself for the fight against Maverick mentally using her own memories as a basis for his movements, with imagery training decided on Amelia slowly closed her eyes as she took a deep breath.