Becka tried to remember if Autumn had specified a time, but she didn't think she had. "I think just when it gets dark enough," she answered. She hoped they had a good turn out for it, but then even with only having been in prison for 10 weeks, she really was loving the lack of a schedule, being able to come and go as she pleased, do what she wanted, eat what she wanted. The only think that was missing was some kind of purpose, though she supposed gaining her freedom was a purpose, something to work toward. "I'm looking forward to meeting her," she admitted with a small smile. Though she was a little worried that with their different ways of thinking she might accidentally offend the other girl. "16," Becka repeated, trying to remember the layout. "Ah, that means you're up on the second floor, too. I'm in 25," she said, though it sounded more like thinking out loud. Maybe she should print out a map and write down where everyone was, just in case she needed to know.