"I've heard a lot of fucked up things here, but that takes the cake," she says, slowly. Processing.
The problem-solver wants to pick apart what can be done about that –– what the resources offered on the barge can do for a criminal-in-a-criminal, the strange things wardens have done to make inmates whole. All outside her pay grade. But then the things they haven't tried at all, the efforts they haven't made. Would anyone do anything about this?
Her eyebrows furrow, and she does reach for him, a hand on his, a brief squeeze. No I'm sorry; maybe that would feel too much like pity, at least as far as she'd want to hear.
"Is she going to do anything about it, you think? Since she's got all this place at her disposal."
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The problem-solver wants to pick apart what can be done about that –– what the resources offered on the barge can do for a criminal-in-a-criminal, the strange things wardens have done to make inmates whole. All outside her pay grade. But then the things they haven't tried at all, the efforts they haven't made. Would anyone do anything about this?
Her eyebrows furrow, and she does reach for him, a hand on his, a brief squeeze. No I'm sorry; maybe that would feel too much like pity, at least as far as she'd want to hear.
"Is she going to do anything about it, you think? Since she's got all this place at her disposal."
Since it'd benefit her, too.