A young goth woman looked positively out of place in the prison especially with the smile on her face until one noted the combat boots and Magnum. She was in the third floor of the firm, recovering from a minor shiv wound. "I'm telling you, i'm fine, the guy is the one you should worry about, I broke the thugs nose." She looked up and noticed Rayne. "Hey Rayne, listen these boots are really not my style and I mean I know my uniform is nonstandard as is but I just bought these blood red high boots." SHe sighed getting up off the bed she was sitting on. "I bet they could make more noise... And the prisoners would realize what they're missing rotting in those cells."