Handy pretended not to hear the judge’s muttered recriminations as he made his way passed innumerable suspiciously dressed and vaguely dangerous characters of his own contingent as he pushed his way to the central aisle, almost bouncing off what he swore was some kind of carpenter as he exited. He looked at the man in confusion. He could’ve sworn the guy was one of the slice of lifers from way before who had fallen through the trap door. Seemed he somehow stuck around and was apparently chatting with several other characters still waiting their turn before opting to fall down the pit.