It's been scarcely a few days since your last escape from your cell, to the marketplace. Sure, you miss human interaction and the possibility of release, but you've spent far longer periods of time locked up doing nothing.
Curiously, you haven't seen Governor Kross do anything with the items you procured for her when you went to the market - the lipstick, the high heels, and the ice. You wonder what she wanted them for.
Your daytime reverie is interrupted by the sound of explosions in the distance. They're coming from every direction - including above. You wonder how that could be possible, but as always you are powerless to find out.
You attempt to relax despite the jarring sounds that seem to have no end, but then Governor Kross bursts in through the front door and immediately marches towards you.