<br/>Jace flicked the last of the dust off of the plain black desk lamp and satisfied that the room looked good enough, made is way with the cleaning cart to the door.  Humming a tuneless song under his breath, he strolled toward the storage closet to put away his supplies.  His mind on the fact that they were actually having a warm meal tonight, it took him a blink to realize the light was on in the glass holding cell to the right of the offices.  ‘Well, hmm, looks like a newb.’  He mumbled to himself.<br/><br/><br/>As he made his way past the cell, he nodded or gave a half wave to those who called out to him, but hooded eyes flicked back and forth to the new prisoner.  ‘This could be the new guy I heard the Warden and Jackson talk about.’  He mused.  ‘The dude up for murder.’  In general, the FOB assigns prisoners cellmates by degree of violent crime committed.  “I could get into that.”  Jace smirked inwardly, keeping his face expression free.<br/><br/><br/>Strong arms put away all the supplies in the cart with quick, practiced efficiency.  ‘A place for everything and all that…’ he sighed.   Grabbing a thin booklet from an upper shelf, he made his way to the barred sign of the cage.  Fixing his white jacket to fall evenly across his slim, muscular hips, he walked to the cell and without looking at the prisoner there, passed the booklet through.  “Unofficial prison manual.  Good idea to study it.”  His voice was clipped and precise.  Pausing for a moment, he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket with a book of matches and lofted those in to land at his feet.  “A gift.”  This time his voice was that of calm dominance.<br/><br/>