"They're big, so you can probably fit a couple on you. I'm going to go collect a few mattresses and see if I can build a small fire out here, and use some of the fill to stuff in between the layers." He shifted around in the jacket and pulled out a bottle of water and a hard tack biscuit. "Don't know if this will help you as far as hunger goes, but the water should do you some good." Keep her hydrated anyway.
Bohannon arched a brow at her when she said she was embracing her heritage. "Ain't nothing wrong with doing that, unless this place is your heritage. Then I'd say fight against it with all you got. No one belongs behind bars. No matter what their circumstances are." He'd prefer death over a life in a cell any day. Though if he were alive, there was always another day to try to escape.