She passed person after person on her way back to her cell. Every now and then, she had to stop and hand over some goods. Here and there she would receive something, only to turn around and hand it out to someone else that she had a deal with. It took time, but eventually she was climbing the stairs to her cell.<br/><br/>Her own cell was in the upper cell blocks, less people there. However, it was a lot harder to get around from there. Less safe because there were fewer people to defend you. However, when you had a cell full of stuff people wanted, you wanted to be tucked away a bit. It was also annoying that she had to walk through most of the open areas of the prison to get back to her little hidey hole. There were a lot of people to pass.<br/><br/>She sighed as she started to climb the stairs. She'd had a good day, and the day wasn't even really over yet. However, she wasn't going to be dealing anything else out for the rest of the day. Now she was going to go back to her little area, and chill with her friend and protector. They had a great deal going between them, it helped that they also got along so well. Really, Liberty would do a lot of the things she does anyway, Blair was like... her best friend.<br/><br/>Speaking of Blair, Liberty dipped her head in a nod to the woman she she approached, and grinned at the sight of the giant lobster the woman had caught. "You know, you gotta be the best person I've ever seen handle those." she tells her friend. Then her gaze drifts over to the man that was also waiting outside her cell. "Sorry, I'm closed for the day. If you want a deal you'll have to come back tomorrow." She eyed him for a moment as she walked to her cell and popped the lock.<br/><br/>She disappeared inside for a few seconds, the door being closed behind her. She didn't let anyone inside her home. There was risk involved there that she wasn't willing to take. IT was the same reason she wrapped some people's orders, and the same reason she kept blankets over the cell bars. People didn't need to know what she kept inside her small space. With the door shut, she tossed her bag on the cot, and proceeded over to a small table. There she gathered a shaker of butter flavored popcorn salt- it wasn't as good as putting butter on the lobster, but butter would go bad here fast. Then she gathered three hard plastic plates, the kind that are supposed to be disposable. However, the plates were slightly bent and deformed. Thus they gave the impression they had been washed over and over in the hot water that was in surplus around this place. She gathered three forks, not knowing if the man was planning to join their meal, and two cups. She only had two.<br/><br/>The door popped back open only wide enough to allow her to slip back out into the little otherwise empty catwalk. "Did ya heat her up already?" She asks Blair as she crosses her legs at hr ankles, and drops herself to the catwalk floor with her legs crossed. Her back keeping the door to her cell closed. The stuff she gathered filling her lap as she looked up at the man and woman.