Cobra glared at him from her chair, leaning back to get just a little more comfortable. Why she was wearing jeans was beyond her, she usually preferred leather since it was so much easier to keep clean. And looked pretty damn good in the process. "You in a suit, I doubt that, monkey man. The fanciest shit anyone has ever seen me in is leather and it's gonna stay that way." She had never understood why some chicks wanted to go all out with their skirts and high heels just to please a man.
She would have commented on his room being as empty as his brain, but hers was pretty much the same. At least she thought so, because she failed to register various drawings done by children someone had taped to the walls. Just like her counterpart failed to register the scar on her left arm or the tattoo on her shoulder, they both had their way of conveniently not noticing details that would hint at the other's existence. So it was probably better that Cobra didn't have anyone who would visit her in her room, because they would be surprised.
Cobra figured that most of the time she was just wasted, because again and again she would notice that days had passed by without her noticing, so that was the next logical explanation and the only one she would accept. Whenever she was conscious enough she spent some time working out in the gym or by doing hour long runs around the premises. There wasn't much she could do otherwise and although she had never really bothered with any self restraint she kind of liked it here, so she had tried to stay out of trouble so far. She must have done something right, after all she was still here and hadn't been kicked out.
"Now you're making demands already? Who says I want you to be nice? I doubt you could do that, anyway. Wouldn't waste the good stuff on you." Although her tone was still rather harsh she didn't glare at him anymore. She wasn't someone who would relax when others were around, so this was the most she could do in terms of friendly conversation.