“Really that man should be taught some manners; it is most rude of him.” Amelia tutted and shook her head. “A gentleman really should know how to behave, whoever they are dealing with.  My father taught me that, he was certainly a one, even in grief he knew how to behave. Yes a gentleman should raise his hand to a woman.” The girl remained standing as she watched Kate. Her cold gaze was more than a little unnerving. “Would you say he suffers from anger issues…and what of the other woman, the female guard? Lust perhaps? Anyway I have time to deal with those matters….”<br/><br/>“A lawyer you say…how interesting, I expect your job must have been very exciting. Did you defend any exciting cases?” There was a pause as a slight spark filled Amelia’s eyes. “I mean it must be hard to defend those that you know are guilty. I wonder did you not ever consider punishing these criminals yourself? Even after you defended them.”<br/><br/>She moved across the room then her footfalls were light as a dancer might be, the girl was near silent even when she span on the spot to face her cell mate again. She was certainly graceful. Amelia was quiet again and still as Kate appeared to be deep in thought, she had no wish to disturb her musings, thus she looked across to the other cell and smiled. Those two looked like frightened little rabbits, just like her sister…oh dear poor little rabbits…however she had gone beyond just taking victims, there had to be a reason now. Of course the reason could be anything in the world according to Amelia Lightfoot.<br/><br/>“Me?” Her head tilted to look towards Kate, “Me, Ms Bartlett, why I am in here charged with seventeen counts of murder. Before you ask, yes I am guilty in the eyes of the law. I did kill those people.” The girl was completely calm about the whole matter. It was as if she was talking about some minor offence. With that said and the invitation to sit down Amelia did. “So…if I might be so bold might I ask why you are here?”<br/>