Post lockdown, inside, C-Block (Seedy Ave), upper tier (end cell)
"Sure, honey, it won't happen again," he said with a voice as sharp and biting as a knife. He was back to the mocking tone again.
"Yeah, I'm sorry as well," he said, suddenly with defeat and bitterness in his voice. "And now get your arse over here and lie down. You don't have to end up in a cell as well."