Rocky went quiet. He knew he had gone to prison for something bad just not that he'd tried to kill Natalia or any of that other... psychobabble garbage. Wrinkling her nose she sighed, as soon as he finished talking. Well. That sort of confirmed the rumours but at least he was getting help? Maybe she could make him feel a little bit better.
"...doesn't beat mine," she said, trying to sound jokey and lighten the mood. "Apparently I'm a pyromaniac with borderline personality disorder." With a prompt nod of her head, she folded her arms, wiggling as she settled into her seat. "Fuckin' beat that, big brother."