Of course she had heard the stories. Almost as soon as she had arrived, all the other females were telling the pair about how the night guard made his rounds. Taking some by force, others willingly. Katerina Graham didn't know which she would be. Still trying to process the fact that she was in prison. What a way to spend my life. She thought as she set down. Leaning against the wall.<br/>It wasn't much, two beds, a sink and a toilet. One window. Shrugging, she turned towards her cellmate.<br/><br/>"I'm Katerina... I hope we can get along.." She spoke right before she heard the clinging of the night stick against the cell bars. Looking up, she stood and walked to the doors. Seeing the man everyone told her about. Smirking, she heard him speak. "So your the famous night guard?" Hearing his words, she smiled. "Oh? Laundry? But it's going to be cold without anything to wear."