It was a good thing that he didn't challenge her; Sandy didn't quite always know how to handle someone challenging the veracity of her statements. Oftentimes she resorted to being overly aggressive - thank you, Cal - and that never won her any friends. Here in this place, she wanted to make sure that she was at least trying, that she was doing her best.
"Yeah," she told him with a half-laugh, resting her elbows on her knees and placing her chin in her hands. "It is pretty obvious. But it's okay, you're not the only one that hates it here."
She watched him out of the corner of her eye, the way his lips sealed around the cigarette and how easily he inhaled, and then exhaled as if it didn't bother his lungs at all. She supposed it might not if he'd had so much practice.
"What kool-aid?" she asked, "Oh, that this place is 'necessary' and that we're 'supposed to be locked up'?" she dropped her hands from where she'd been making air quotes. "Fuck that. This place is definitely illegal. And what they do to some of us here? Also illegal."