Brady snorted out a laugh at that. No worries. It was ironic that he apparently shouldn't worry about there only being convicts in this place. "Just got here yesterday afternoon, round the same time as this other guy. Found my way to my room, drank till I crashed. All the girls must've been in hiding," he explained. Carmel's voice helped to finish bringing him back to the present, and he visibly shook himself. Fuck, he needed a drink. But he shook that thought away as well, looking back at Carmel. "No, and I do that again? Do me a favor and don't come close," he warned her. He was drinking again now, and he knew he couldn't stop himself, and he also knew that he did stupid shit when he drank. He didn't want to hurt any of the women here, but he knew it wasn't an impossibility.