"What, jail?" Kate questioned, lifting one of those manicured eyebrows in his direction. "Most people do, that's why they work so hard not to get arrested."
Stepping fully into the brig with its row of cells, the low heel of her boots clicked along the floor as she walked towards Lucifer's cell, carrying a tray of food in her hands. "I know you don't need to eat, but part of being in the brig is that you're given meals at a certain time." The Enterprise might have been modern and, to her, futuristic but they had still gone with the old school format of sliding the tray through an opening in the door though she at least had to push a button to raise the door and press another to close it back.
"According to some of the others, that was quite a temper tantrum you had in the bar," Kate said once she had delivered the tray and secured the door.