Inaya was content to let him do that part of the 'dirty work'. If she didn't have to fight the other guards, she didn't want to. Just because she could, didn't mean she wanted to. A lot of her skill was based on speed and surprise. That and if she started with something pointy.
She watched him stretch while wrapping her arms around herself, still a little chilled. Her gaze tracked his departure and listened, to see if anything would go south, before she wandered in his direction quietly when the commotion quieted. Except he met her, dragging two guards.
Admittedly, she was impressed. Not that she said it aloud.
Inaya took a step in the cell and searched them briefly, taking one of the guard's belt knife and the keys, before she shut the door and locked it. Inaya likely wouldn't have left them alive, but she didn't question his choice. Instead, she asked, "You ready?" Not that she waited for an answer before she was quietly making her way down the hall, toward the guard post, and up the stairs beyond.
They'd dragged her through a fair portion of the place and, while their attention had been on her and what little covered her, Inaya had been tracking what was around her and how she might get out. Before they climbed up and out of the prison section, though, she glanced over her shoulder. "You want me to lead you to the... bedrooms?"