Lunch is boring. But the new girl seems to be enjoying herself. Despite the fact that she's in a fist fight with some dude. He can barely lay a finger on her. I have to admit, it's kind of attractive.

When they got separated by guards, that dude was all sorts of fucked up. All she got out of it was a busted lip and knuckles.

I ended up taking care of her. Why? Because, well, you know.

"That was pretty badass."

I said as she sat on her cell bed while I was tending to her small wounds.