Shiro paused as Marquis spoke to him, turning his head in his direction. "Um... Shiro" He replied though he shied away from him. "What's yours?" He asked as he hesitantly sat back down, he didn't really have anywhere to go anyway.<br/><br/>Dirk rubbed his temples, he needed a strong cup of coffee with a shot of whiskey before dealing with this shit. "Go right ahead, convicts" He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, staring at Dag with piercing eyes. If they wanted to make his job a bit easier, who was he to stop them?<br/><br/>The guards glanced at each other "Nothing. Keep moving prisoner" The guard motioned to the stairs again and crossed his arms, waiting for her to leave mainly so he could relax without worrying about being shanked or worse.