She selected a pair of athletic tights, an overlarge sweater and undergarments. The sort of outfit that one could escape in. Then she took Malfoy up on the offer of a shower. She stood under the spray for a long time, thinking, plotting. Nothing concrete was forming in her brain. She pushed at the magical suppression, and it was immovable. She couldn't activate her implant at all. Without any options, she resolved to wait to see what happened next, keeping alert for any opportunity.