Luke Cage

She attempted to read his face; from the information she could gather, he was in this prison on interesting grounds. A lot of noise floated around that he was not guilty, under another guise. Others are convived he is, but should be waived for practically saving the day. 

“ I’m mostly located in upper Manhattan, from Van Dyne Industries. We cover a…WIDE range of industries. ” Van Dyne Industries was a combination of Janet’s more premature fashion empire and the scientific lab force of her late father. The latter branch is less well know due to the sensitive research conducted. One could see how she wasn’t eager to say that inside of a prison laced with OFFICERS and cameras. So she’d have to probe a bit more to interest him.

She gives a short small laugh as she continues. “ As you can imagine, I’ve seen your work on the news. And it leads me to wonder why a man as influential as you is allowing himself to be stuck here ? ”

Idle as he was, the man had given her his entire attention. The way she'd answered the question sounded prepared or rather practiced in a way. He could very well imagine the same answer had been given to countless others in such a 'formal' setting. Hardly aiming to taunt the other, he spoke easily enough.

"Because I was tried and convicted of a crime I didn't commit. I did my running. And sure, I could break out of here and go right back to it but I'm not going to. If you're here for some piece on the black man who saved Harlem you can run along back to upper Manhattan. To your fashion shows and talk about the freak who took out another over champagne. What you don't understand is, the moment I 'excuse myself' from prison, then what? A witch hunt through the city, police cracking down on Harlem. You're not the first person to come through here. And you won’t be the last."