Post lockdown, inside, C-Block (Seedy Ave), upper tier (end cell)
"Yep, first you have to break into a prison, then you have to get locked inside by some sadist nutjob, all gets a bit dull from there like, until the graphic violence part kicks in," she called back as she walked, following the sound of his voice.
She scoffed when he said he couldn't make her promise. "Yeah? I've got a cricket bat and a fuck of a lot of righteous fucking anger that says otherwise here, Mitchell." Still she kept walking, she needed the banter, something to take her mind off how much she just sort of wanted to start screaming and beating the shit out of things. The question about Malcolm actually made her stumble, as tears pricked her eyes again. Nice one, Mitchell.
"On his way home hopefully, pouring me a drink for when I get in. I expect I'll want one when I'm done beating the cunt that locked us in here to a bloody pulp." She shouted the last bit particularly loudly. Fuck it, she was out in the open now, she might as well just be confident, pretend to be confident, same difference.
"Are you upstairs?" she asked frowning a bit. "Jesus, Mitchell if I've got to navigate my way up a flight of fucking stairs you'd better have something nice for me when I get up there. Vodka, naked men, I'm easy."