Molly had seemed nice, at first. Then again, most people did. Those who are the closest to you are the ones you have to watch out for, and she was literally living in the same room with her. This place had taught her to never turn your back on someone and to never underestimate anyone. She smiled slightly as she kept talking. It felt strange. Conversations were not something that took place much from where she was transferred from. Keeping your head down and flying under the radar was the best way to survive. It was that one had to always be fighting. Kelly didn't care much for that, not that she couldn't, but her reputation had gained her a bit of respect where she had been. Now she was starting all over with this new cell and these new inmates. She watched as the girl stared up to the ceiling. For a moment, she glanced up as well, not really sure what she would find. When it was nothing, she gave Molly a curious look, one that disappeared before she looked down. As she spoke about paying  with tongue and lips, Kelly couldn't help but recoil slightly. Even being gay for the stay was not an option for her. Finding pleasure by her own hand was far more suitable than any woman within these walls. Nothing had swayed her so far, and she was sure that would not change. "Well, a terabyte can hold a lot of music. 200,000 songs, give or take, I think" she said before clearing her throat. "I could be wrong though."<br/><br/>She glanced over to the other girl. The fact that she had ignored her did not escape her. That was fine. Respect, attention, those types of things had to be earned around, and frankly it was something she could admire in the girl. Still, she was certainly one to keep an eye on. A quiet inmate can be just as much of a threat as the loud, boisterous ones that were constantly in your face trying to prove just how tough they were.