<span class="fixed-color" style="color:red">Oh how she wished to rip Boss' throat out. If he had let her kill the damn bastard her turmoil wouldn't be nearly as bad as it was now. As soon as he came close to her bars she was almost ready to lunge. However, the humor from his previous conversation with James still stuck with her, keeping her calm at the moment. "I like him. I think we'll be the best of friends." Her voice sounded like that of a young girl in... elementary school. She offered a playful giggle then eyed him as she made it over to the other's cell. So she had one name so far. Keeping a mental note of her friend across the way of her. "You owe me a walk Boss."</span>