(Ohh, sorry! Right now no, I want him to last for a bit but later I may switch that.)<br/><br/>Drake glanced up, cocking a brow as he looked her over, assuming she'd be his captor for the course of his sentence. He'd stand up, walking forward and leaning against the bars, so they were closer and at a talking level. "You don't know what I did?" he'd ask, with as friendly a tone he could muster. He didn't want to get on her bad side, after all, if his suspicions proved correct.