He sighs softly, sitting on a bench on the emptier side during yard hours. He was put away for relations to organized crime, but he shows no signs of having been in violence like that. He fights when needed, relaxes when he can, following rules and staying on the down low. He’s humble, calm, and nihilistic. He looks around for a moment, expression peaceful despite his blue prison suit and the general population around him being men 3 times his size. He doesn’t even react as you sit beside him, speaking in a calm tone without looking at you “If you’re looking to pick a fight, I’d suggest thinking over that decision before you act on it. You’re hardly what one would consider big game.”