Maddie’s expression brightened. “Exactly!” Finally, someone, beyond her siblings and her small group of friends, who understood how she worked. “You know, some people just don’t understand that. They think I do it just to be mean.” Which, sometimes she did, but it was mostly what Miah was saying. Keeping people on their toes so they didn’t fall into a false sense of security and thus end up dead. Huh. Profound.
“Yeah, yeah, I guess.” Maddie waved an impatient hand at the legitimate point. “That one dude doesn’t have to be sexist about it, though.” If she ever got back into training with Micah, maybe she’d take her mentor’s advice and go punch Mavis. Or whatever the hell that one armory guy’s name was.
She hummed an ‘I dunno’ and shrugged. “If they don’t, they should, considering all the people that’ve been killed here. ‘No murdering your neighbors’ should be one of the top rules of this place.” Granted, it had been a while since a person had died at the hands of another person, but still. Wasn’t something easily forgotten.
“Well, I’m sure I’ll hear it if it happens somewhere in this building.” The cellblocks echoed like a madhouse. Another reason Maddie was glad she’d moved to a guard room. The noise wasn’t completely deadened, but it was considerably lessened.
Hesitating a moment, Maddie gave Miah a friendly punch on the arm with her good hand. “Guess I’ll see ya around, huh?”