Upon walking down the hall, the prisoners' eyes dart nervously until the officers stop at a cell.

Officer: "This will be your cell. You'll stay here with Ava, black hair, and Emily, brown hair. Try not to fight too much." The officer slams the door shut, and the two women inside exchange glances. Ava smiles warmly, while Emily's glare is threatening.

Ava: "Hiiii, come sit with us. Where are you originally from?" She smiles invitingly, while the other doesn’t.