"Mmhmm," she hums. She'd take fire over more interpersonal bullshit. "I don't know a lot of details, but some new inmate killed Rawne –– guy from maintenance, if you don't know him. If wardens are doing anything, I haven't heard about it, but Rawne gave the guy's description to some other inmates and they're going to track him down and kill him."

And she's not included, thank fuck for that.

"One wants me to hold on to some contraband for him if he gets killed, just in case some warden searches his cabin, and I don't feel like getting ragged on for saying no. Hopefully it won't come to that, but just in case..."

She gestures vaguely at Arthur. She's not fucking around with a third incident in two months.