For someone who had never been to a prison before, nor even been arrested or had any unfriendly encounters with the law, Abe didn't seem too put off by the whole setting. Sure, he wasn't saying a word, and his eyes did seem to be slowly and sadly resigning themselves to never seeing natural sunlight again, but his expression held up a tough, practically stubborn indifference to horror show the rest of his life was about to become. He never knew a place like this existed, a consequence of the law that somehow managed to exist outside of the law, but it was hard to say he didn't deserve to be here, at least by normal people's standards. The Englishman watched the warden intently as she made her speech, spotting no sign of weakness on that (admittedly rather hot) woman. Not that he had expected to. As the guards started to march them forward to the processing (which he didn't understand why they bothered with if they were never going to leave this place), he glanced slowly left and right, sizing up the other inmates who would be entering newly with him. Who could be friends? Who would be enemies? Who could be taken advantage of? Who would he have to let take advantage of him, or at least let them think they did? All answers would come in due time, he was sure, if he lived long enough. He stayed silent through the full body scan and only hissed in pain once as the "surgeon" cut into his neck to place the chip there. When he got to his cell, he leaned against the bars, and looked around once more to see who his neighbors were.