She did not need a naked guy who she had previously secretly momentarily-only for a second!- lusted after pressed up against her. She pulled her shoulders up and then shied away from him, staring into Rob's cell, frowning.
"I don't know what's going on here. This isn't right. I want to talk to Bobby." Not that he was going to be doing any better than she was right now. If anything, he'd be doing worse. She was tough, even if she'd already been falling to pieces. In a cell? Bobby wasn't going to be able to handle this. She looked at the floor, then looked up at the ceiling and made a horrified sound.