The feminine voice caught his tongue when he was ready to carry on with more strong language. And rather than have a fit against the closed door, he leaned against it as much as he could, so he could see out.
"Yeah, another fine day for weird island shit." Bohannon looked around his cell. Marking all the things that could be used to get the door open. He had to wonder if there were springs in the mattress like there were in the bed in the barn.
"Name's Cullen Bohannon, who's in here with me?" Best keep them both calm.