The girl didn't have anything to trade, Liberty smiled. "everyone has something... even if you don't know it yet." She tells the girl. She paused the conversation, about the same time as Jemma was looking away, to watch as Blair secured her new lock. It was nicer then hers, but hers had the number dial and the key. "Nice" she tells her friend.<br/><br/>Then she turned her attention back to Jemma. "This I offer as a sign of good faith. Not every girl..." she let the thought drift off. Instead she nodded pointedly to the half dressed girls that were sauntering about the lower levels. Many of them didn't even take the men to a hidden area to do what they were going to do. The girls that had embraced the idea that they could lay on their back and get by. Most of them died fast. Disease got them, or they got pregnant and were put down by a man, or they died in labor. They never lasted more then a year or so, and Liberty didn't deal the special stuff to them. She wasn't going to save them. They were a waste.<br/><br/>"Anyway, I'm up three levels. Go down the left catwalk, and there be a cell with blankets." She tells the girl, her foot steps already taking her in that direction. The other women could either follow or not. "There's a couple of empty cells up there, but they'll be hard to defend. You would probably do better to find someone that can share theirs. Then you can take turns keeping watch." The whole time she talked she kept walking. She was going to need her bag anyway. It was time she set to work before she started pissing people off.