Well, whaddya expect a girl to do? Sit around and paint her toes all day?

( she wiggles in her seat again at the song playing in her head, eyes zooming at his pockets again. )

Where's yours, huh? You got a nice lil' thingie I can read so it'll tell me more about you?

( from what she's gathered, everyone here has their own little naughty deed. which begs the question if this is prison, why does it look so... nice and open? )