The specimen surges awake, tugging at the cuff around her wrist. This place feels wrong for home.

The scientist is startled by the noise, though relaxes after a second.  He notes the time, then glances at the daemon in the cage next to the bed.  It woke up at the same time she did, just as suddenly.  Good, good.  He writes it down.  His own daemon, a liepard, is lounging on the top of one of the machines nearby.  The liepard watches even when her human is typing.  

She tugs at the cuff again - not particularly bother, it appears, by it cutting into her wrist. "Hey!" she yells. "What the fuck?" (She hasn't noticed the daemon in the cage yet.)

The scientist will answer once he's finished typing some things.  Seems lucid, not obviously in pain or delirious.  Agitated.  Maybe too agitated?  He doesn't know if they have research on how upset people tend to be when kidnapped.  There is a possible theory that Bonding a daemon may make one more aggressive, in the way that intercision makes one less so.  Or it could be her natural personality.  Those were annoyingly unscientific to handle - you couldn't get the same one even in identical twins.

How is the daemon reacting?

The daemon appears to be trying to break out of the cage now, headbutting at the bars.

-Which has got the woman's attention, and she seems somewhat confused by said daemon, although it isn't really reducing her agitation.

The bars are more than strong enough to hold anything short of a legendary.  

"What's your name?" the scientist asks blandly, reaching a stopping point in his report.  

She bares her teeth. It couldn't be called a smile. "No. I want a fucking explanation."

(How's that cage secured? Is it a digital lock?)

A lock with a key.  It's meant to hold psychic and electric daemons too, after all - no matter what they might be able to short-circuit or read from someone's mind.  

The scientist rolls his eyes.  "We are studying the effects of Binding - giving people daemons who didn't already have them.  We had to grab some people from another world, because everyone on ours is already born with one.  You'll only be here for a few days - just long enough to study the effects, then we'll use the same machine that brought you here to send you home."

"-What?" her tone is suddenly very flat. "Where even is 'here'?"

"My lab, relevantly.  We're on the generational ship Tower of Autumn, travelling through interstellar space.  One of many in the fleet."  He says this dispassionately.

-Ship. Okay. What other tech is there around her that she could use to escape?

She turns away as best she can. She does not want to talk to this guy any more right now.

Within reach, there's some medical monitoring equipment, including a large flat screen and some kind of scanner pointed at her. 

As for the rest of the room:  The scientist has a laptop for writing.  There's the unknown machine that the liepard is still watching her from.  It's lower half is a bulky white cube, the upper half composed of a cylindrical glass tank with a tiny red-and-white ball on a pedestal in the center like a museum display of some kind.  There are a few other similar things.  And of course the light is artificial, too - very bright white, and set into the ceiling.  The room is oddly shaped, and has no windows.  Only a metal blast door with what looks like a handprint scanner but much taller, a narrow rectangle going from shoulder height all the way to the floor.  

-First move. That medical equipment. She reaches out for it, it's always easier to break something when she's touching it. (It's always easier to break things when she's mad anyway.)

Any readings they're getting off those machines are suddenly going to be gone.

The liepard hisses quietly when the screen goes black, and the scientist looks up.  The aron shouldn't have known any moves that can disrupt electronics, and on top of that it's in a shielded cage.  The scientist peers at the now-broken machine for a moment, trying to figure out how it was damaged.

The aron is still managing to look smug, or maybe proud? Hard to tell.

At first glance, it looks like it's just been switched off - but if he has access to any diagnostic tools, they'll report a sharp spike in temperature, as though components were burning themselves out.

He doesn't have anything for machine diagnostics on him - that wasn't what the experiment was about.  

The machine that pulled her to them was set up to try and find someone who would be a decent match for an aron.  However, perhaps the unprecedented effect was caused by the soul being put into a body that it shouldn't have?  If the daémon has powers that the cage wasn't designed for, perhaps an alien pokemon not of the standard 18 types...  The scientist takes a note of this, typing on his laptop to send the information and a request for more tools and backup.  

It hasn't occurred to him at all that the ability may have been pre-existing.

Alright, she breathes, focuses her anger, closes her eyes, and-

Breaks the laptop. She doesn't like that he keeps taking notes, that he's looking at her like some trapped labrat...

The scientist takes a moment to inspect the laptop.  He thinks the call for assistance had been sent, but isn't sure.  Sighing, and looking annoyed rather than indifferent, he stands up and his liepard jumps to the floor.  It presses its paw to the scanner and the door opens with a mechanical hiss.

"Emergency in the lab," he shouts out into the hallway beyond.  "Someone bring something with a sleep move - the aron is displaying unusual powers."

Okay. So she's probably going to have company soon. She turns her attention back to the cuffs and where they're attached - how likely is she to be able to break the chain, or what it's attached to?

It's a standard set of steel handcuffs.  The bar it's attached to is also metal but is bolted to a wall that doesn't look especially sturdy.  This place hadn't been built as a research station or to house prisoners, whatever it's being turned to these days.  

The scientist and his liepard are both carefully on the opposite side of the door, in case it gets fried next and slams shut.

She's more interested in escaping from her own confines right now, than frying any more doors. She shifts slightly, redistributes her weight, and then kicks, solidly, at the wall, near where the metal bar is bolted.

The wall starts giving way, and the bar can be pulled free.  The screws holding the bar in place were long, but most of the length was wasted in the insulation-filled gap between thin layers of wall.  It doesn't seem that the people who modified this room knew to check for support beams.

There is now a foot-long steel bar handcuffed to her arm, the junctions at the ends too wide to pull a handcuff off of.  Each side has a pair of screws covered in bits of drywall.  

Well. It gives her a weapon. Does the lock on the cage the aron is in look like it'll give to some application of brute force via steel bar?