"I think he sometimes don't like what we do about 'em, mostly," he points out. But with one more flight of stairs, they're down on his floor, and he opens the door to his cabin. It's small, smaller than most inmate cabins - a desk, a small bookcase, a bed that's a little out of place since it's too big for the space it's in. A few personal pictures, a map on the desk, and two chairs.

He sits down on one, gestures at her to take the other.