Lena was happy to do just that. It wasn't just that he was actually a pretty nice view in general, although that helped. She really enjoyed the game, and could be perfectly entertained watching another player's execution.
"I might," Lena admitted, grinning a little. "I might not. Didn't exactly get to keep up with it while I was in prison. I was pretty rusty when I woke up here." She dropped the information that she'd been in the slammer like it was nothing, because to her, it was. No one here had seemed to care at all. The nurse had asked some questions on her first day, and she'd been able to tell Pam was curious, but that was about it. To Camille it had simply seemed interesting. She'd never made any effort to hide it, and no one gave her shit about it. She was firmly under the impression that nobody cared, unless she actually created problems for them specifically. "I did think about that, you know, but I'll be damned if I can think of anything I need. The food and booze is great and it seems to be neverending. I don't smoke." Her grin widened. "All I could possibly barter is sexual favors."