"Be-cause they tend to lock you up when you confess to being an escaped convict and mass murder," she said, gripping the bars and leaning back, studying him. "Isn't this what you wanted, me to pay for wanting-" your little bitch "-Christine dead?"
She sung herself from side to side for a moment, bored, before standing on the lower railing of her bars, hugging them as she watched him. "Why are you here?"