[his gaze doesn't bother her one bit, especially since she's seen far worse. the two before her were pretty innocent, in comparison to her and other deadmen, so she felt like they hardly posed a threat. two on one and she could take them- if it ever came down to it.

they didn't seem like the type to start a fight, however, more like the kind to break it up. that sort of sappy shit amused her, because she could never go down that road.

she also had a feeling they might not react too well to what she was about to confess.]

The last prison I was at. Stayed in that hell hole for about four years. It had its own currency, rules, and distracting entertainment- kinda like this place. Only less.... digital shit involved.