Rosa was not sure she wanted to do this. Half of her didn't give a shit, but another part of her was very, very interested in one specific person on the other side of this prison. She was still warring with herself when she headed toward the maintenance closet.
She rummaged around for a while and found something useable, one of those giant, flat construction-worker pencils, and brought it with her as she started toward the rooms again. Finding the room she was looking for, Rosa placed it right down in front of the door of room 38 and then started back toward her own room. Her mind was full of thoughts and the less she dwelled on the fact that she was actively participating, the better.