"Unless your life is in immediate danger, do me a favor and fuck off."

"I'm hungry."

"Where did you get that, and how can I get some?"

"You can smoke outside...designated area."

Well yeah, that’s obvious.  You look like you’re in the middle of a panic attack.  Do they give you anything for that?

No, not for that.

"I think the staff feels bad for me."

"Or that you're gorgeous."

"Ugh, same. We’ll split it. I know I can strike a deal with one of these guards."

"How do you do it...get a deal out of it?"

"Well of course you do, who doesn’t love a good steak?"

The possibilities are endless, really.

I could use some chocolate.

Yeah well. I was hoping I could bribe a guard to get me crisps or something.

Cookies. Chocolate.

This place does look better than prison.

What you do?

You do know five dollars isn't worth anything in this place?

"People that is what people should do for each other. They should help each other, and if you can’t help someone you should at least not hurt them. 

She slowly walked beside her, leaning in her slightly for comfort. "I love steak..any type of meat."

"It's fine.."

After helping her to her feet, Dylan supported some of her weight to stop her from hitting the floor. “Are you okay. Is there somewhere I can take you to rest? Are you hungry?”

Slowly she nodded, "Yes, I'm okay. I'm uh..starving." She felt like she hasn't eaten in days, feeling empty. "Why are you helping me?"

"No, it's not your business. It's mine." She said quietly.