Re: Courtyard: Amelia/Shane
[Shane's eyebrows go up as he waits, hand extended, for Amelia. Once her hand's in his and he pulls her to her feet, he just rolls his eyes at her, but a smile cracks the grumpy exterior once again at the stripper joke. As he heads inside, not saying a damn word to Graham and Clem, side-stepping them to get to the door, he looks over his shoulder at Amelia.] Thought you'd be more expensive.
[Inside the prison, where a cooled heat still lingers, Shane shakes his head, flinging dirty water around the small room. He leaves footprints behind as he trails toward the cellblock. Idly, he takes a handful of rags made from repurposed prison jumpsuits and wipes himself down. He tosses Amelia a handful of the things too.]