Trying to ignore her he simply said, "When I'm on duty no one will be hurt by mere grunts, that is all, now can you please leave me alone." with that he would continue drinking his tea, hating the fact that those morons revealed his names. He knew not to converse with prisoners, no matter how they begged. Experience had led him to this conclusion with it's cruel and heartless way. One girl had been someone he knew from San Fran, the horrible thing is she had been searching for him, because they had made a promise, but well once she was taken for good, he hardened his heart and accepted that he couldn't talk to everyone or anyone, just do his job and prevent damage of 'produce' he felt dirty for even using that word.<br/><br/>Sighing he took another drink before saying, "Her name was Rosie..." with that statement he refused to say anything more, appearing to be utterly frustrated and not willing to say anymore. Not even sure why he had mentioned her, he just hoped maybe she would understand why he wasn't going to talk. This was his life, until he finally hung himself in shame, the betrayal on Rosie face was just nightmarish, he hadn't slept properly, he simply napped, never dreaming, just thinking and hating who he was.