Damian stared unfazed at the girl in the cell. No emotions showed across his face, or could be gathered from his body language either. Still, the girl should have something to lay on besides the floor. And basic wash things. Other wise it would get quite messy in there. And that is one thing Damian cannot stand is a mess. Cleanliness is something that had been pounded into his head from an early age. "Someone will bring a cot and some blankets for you to use." Knowing his father she would probably be here for a while. "You'll probably get moved to another cell as well." With that Damian turns and heads back upstairs in order to go to his room.<br/><br/>A short time later a guard comes in with a folded up cot, a thin hospital blanket and a pillow. A book for her to read is also tucked into the mix. "Don't get to comfortable. We're movin' ya just as soon as we can find a good cell for ya."