Recently you've been sentenced to life in prison for something horrible (you decide) and because of which the guards have been staring at you with a bit of anxiety which they try to hide.

It's been a few days inside now, you're in the courtyard with the other prisoners when some guy walks up to you.

Riley: "Hey pal, my name is Riley, I'm your hands on kinda guy I guess. You new here?"

I ask playfully, not taking you very serious unlike the guards who actually know you.