"Really?" Anne Marie said, the surprise clear in her eyes. If she'd known she could replace the crayons so easily, she would have let Pippa take them. "Define weapon, because they wouldn't even let me have colored pencils before. Those had to go through a security check." What damage could she really do with melted wax and paper? But if she could request things, then she might be asking for paint, which was her preferred medium to work in.
"What is this place, exactly?" she asked, since Pippa had been no help at all. No guards and the ability to request art supplies? She thought they'd be moving her to a higher security prison, not a playground.