Enigma ignored the man as he moved around to make everything perfect, looking up only when he spoke, flicking one long ponytail over her shoulder and staring on the other. "I would rather be dead then locked up," she stated, clearly and shortly, making sure there was no misunderstanding of her words.
"Yes, my father lives at Arkham and yes, he and Crane would probably take great delight in destroying me, but that is far preferable to being forever behind bars in a tiny prison cell." She raised her eyes, glancing around at the walls surrounding her. Even here, in an observation cell, she had more space then she would in the prison proper and still it grated on her.