"You smirk little lady, but prayin don't have to mean yer askin anybody for anything. What sounds like a prayer to an ear that knows might just sound like panicked rambling to the average man."
Jesse's hand dipped into his pocket and as he brought out his cigarettes he realized that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to smoke in jail. They might ignore his voice as her talking to herself, but they'd sure as hell wonder where she'd gotten a cigarette.
"Ah. So more people'd get hurt if you were to try to not be here." He still didn't quite get why she was so sure she shouldn't be behind bars in the first place and was, but she'd get to that if she wanted to, he supposed.