Markus didn't really understand what was going on, or why he was here.  Well he knew what he was charged with, breaking someone's arm.  That was the thing though.  His arm had been broken, the other guy had just cut up his hands.  The dope was a hand model or something and was upset that his career was just ruined.  "I'd rather have your broken arm then my defaced hands."  he moaned.  Markus agreed.  "I'll trade you."  he joked, and when they shook hands, they did.  Now he was here, with two killers in a cell.  He just put himself in the corner farthest away from them and kept hi eyes on the bars, waiting for someone to come get him out of here.