He tilted his head at her. He didn't speak, he rarely spoke. He had no use for words, in prison. Talking to himself made him feel more crazy than he knew he was, and talking to the guards just got him hit twice as hard.
He nodded, deciding to play the lost sheep card. it was the truth. He had no idea where he was, or how he'd gotten there. He recognised LA, he and Bobby had patrolled down town often enough. He knew exactly where he was, despite the years since he'd been there last, it looked pretty much the same.
And it was a long, long way, from Pelican Bay Penitentiary.