Abe glanced up from his seat on his bed and glanced over the woman in the cell next to his, another rather attractive woman who looked like she was probably from Earth too. He recognized her as one of the other new inmates in the batch that had been shipped into today, which he considered pretty fortunate. If he had been placed in a cell between two long-time convicts who jumped with glee at any chance to tear up some new bitch who came their way, then he probably would have had a bit of trouble. For now, though, he would be safe from at least one direction, but who knew how this Maryne would change after a few weeks here. Or months. Or years.<br/><br/>No harm in chatting though. "I'm Abe," he replied in a teasingly simplistic tone, appearing amused that she would try to act pleasant when they were both in pretty much the worst place in the galaxy. He didn't appear to think her a fool for it, though. Maybe he respected that she wasn't so quick to become inhuman. "I'd ask you what you're in for, but that probably doesn't matter a whole lot now that we're here," he went on, his British accent barely affecting his annunciation.<br/><br/>The blonde man then looked back toward the front bars of the cell as one of the guards came up and started threatening them just for talking. "Right here, love," he answered smugly, surprisingly eager to give her a target. If he didn't want to be anyone's bitch, he had to show he wasn't afraid of a little conflict.