She got called for a visitor. Again. Frankly, despite herself, she was looking forward to those conversations. They broke the monotony of prison and made her anger subside. Just a bit.

Fiona entered the room where behind a reinforced glass wall her visitor was already waiting with a phone in hand. She sat, cursing the collar, preventing her using powers. She hated how everyone in prison looked at her doll-like skin, her white, almost artificial looking hair and yellow eyes.

"I thought you would get bored of this." She said, trying to hide her small happiness at all of this

When society called her a monster, villain... a freak this person continues to show up, talk with her. Even gives her packages!