Angeline had been walking down the hall, when she stepped into the rec room out of curiosity at the strange sounds, then just blinked. After a moment, she shifted to lean against the wall by the door and stared in silence, slightly awed. The girl, Erin, she knew, was beautiful in a rough, more raw sort of way, and seemed a lot more earthy than most of the other people around the prison, and while before Angeline had only been into guys, this girl, this werewolf fascinated her.
When she stopped and turned to face her, Angeline stepped forward and shook her head. "No, I....I just wanted to talk to you. Hi. I'm Angeline. You're Erin, right? I've seen you around a few times but I don't think we actually spoke before now."