Santana arched a brow, studying Quinn for a few seconds as they walked together back toward the prison. There was something she wasn't telling her, something she wasn't saying. Not only did she know when Quinn was hiding something, she'd learned how to be observant during Babygate and then again when she was cheating on Trouty Mouth with Lumps the Clown, but she had her Mexican Third Eye. And right now, it was telling her that Quinn Fabray was once again keeping a secret. She might be trying to cover it with her usual icy attitude, but Santana knew better. As much as she wanted to call her on it, that wasn't how things worked with them. Santana would get to the bottom of it, but she would only do it if Quinn didn't know she was trying to.
"Yeah, same here." Santana said, giving Quinn a sympathetic look. It wasn't like she didn't have her own secrets, her own pathetic tales of woe. Who didn't in this new world? "But this place, it's not so bad. I mean, it's totally one big freakshow and you like, have to share a cell with someone and work or whatever but, it doesn't suck." She gave her old friend a soft grin. She probably sounded like she'd totally gone soft and part of her had, especially after she'd lost her dad, but she'd grown to like the prison and even some of the people there.