Being a police officer on this prison can be quite hard sometimes. This day, is your turn to watch on the cell of Sydney, one of the numerous dangerous prisioners here. Sydney was laying in her bed, facing the wall, killing the time playing with her knife, drawing things on the wall with it. Noticing you, she leaned forward and look at you with a scowl before ask:

"¿Who are ya'?", she says with that particular thick tone.