<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br/>CD08</strong><br/><br/>Kate had been so focused on Popov that she hadn't noticed the female guard's arrival. It was the first time she had seen her since Popov had escorted her and Amelia out after the Warden's 'welcome speech'. It was the sudden unexpected noise which made her jump. Fuck! but that was a loud noise; amplified by the hard concrete walls and echoing down the empty corridors. She stepped back slowly. Looking at this woman again, she wasn't entirely sure who was the bigger danger - her or Popov. Popov certainly had the physical presence, but as with Amelia, Kate had the suspicion that you would underestimate this woman at your peril. The verbal abuse was nothing. She had had worse pretty much everytime she had gone to see a client who had been remanded into police custody. No the words were nothing. But there was a look, and a confidence, and a bloody great big stick! Kate watched as they secured Amelia and escorted her out of the cell, securing her door behind them.<br/><br/>"Be careful Amelia." Kate wasn't entirely sure that Amelia needed any advice from her. Kate wondered whether she should have given the warning to her 'escorts' and couldn't help but smile at the thought of a 90lb girl taking both of them out... maybe Dodd too. The medical staff moving in the opposite cell drew her attention back to the here and now. She wasn't entirely sure who looked worse; the girl they were fussing over or the one who had indicated that her cell mate was unwell.<br/><br/>"Hey." She called over to her. "My name is Kate. How are you doing over there?"