"The water works just fine, thank you," Simms said, reaching through the bars for a bottle.
Edwin pushed himself up and yawned as he stretched his arms above his head. "Yeah, that's fine by me, just be smart about it," he told Jim, but kept watching Simms. "I'm just going to go outside for some fresh air, then, but if you need me for anything, yell and I'll come back in." He shot a warning glance at the prisoner, who only snorted at it in response, before heading out the door.
Simms waited for his water before he grabbed his new computer chair and dragged it closer to the bars. He didn't really expect Jim to do the same, but he hoped he might at least sit. "You doing alright?" he asked, figuring being cordial could only earn him points.