Jemma was surprised her legs had carried her this far, honestly. She hardly remember the trip down, and didn't know her way back up. But, she could remember guns, so assumed there was no way back out. Her eyes drifted up, and she stared at him, listening to him speak before clearing her throat. She was in yet<em>another</em>interrogation room. She looked physically weak, but managed to speak.<br/><br/>"Nothing good" she said, her throat dry and hoarse. She cleared it, then sat up a little. "You speak so highly of yourself... And you strike fear into the hearts of all the prisoners..." she said, then rubbed her eyes with one hand, before looking back to him. "Why is it... That even though you could have stopped those things from happening... You didn't? You wouldn't have to fear retribution... You wouldn't have to fear the prisoners striking out against you... You could have stopped it" she finalized, then sighed and licked her lips slowly.<br/><br/>"I Don't know you on a personal level, but from what I've heard from you... And from what I've seen of you... You're just some guy who appears to go off the straight and narrow to hide his own form of heroics" she said. "Yes, you take people from down here and do god knows what... But this is a high security prison... You're killing people that deserve it" she told him.