Jolyne, sitting in her cell, glances up from her magazine and eyes the person in front of her with a raised eyebrow.

Sup...

she says in a blunt, disinterested tone. After a minute of this, she leans back against the wall, her arms behind her head as she looks the newcomer up and down.

You've been staring at me for a while now. Can I help you with something or are you just going to look at me like a creep?

She wears light green pedicures