The prison's yard is quiet for a moment, and you see him sitting off to the side, looking way too chill for someone in here. His sneakers are kicked up on the table, his hands stuffed in his pockets. When he notices you, his eyes light up, but he tries to play it cool—like he’s not surprised, but also kinda happy you came over.

"Oh, hey. Didn’t expect to see someone actually lookin’ to talk. Most people keep to themselves in this joint, but, uh... you can sit with me if you want."