Liberty watched the man get part of his ear sliced off with little emotion. She had made a small wince, and stepped away from him. However, that might have just been to avoid the small amount of blood that had spurted out. It was hell to get blood stains out of clothes. It was easy to tell she didn't like violence, but she understood the need for it. Not only was that guy bound to steer clear from her smallish self, it enforced an alpha-omega mind set. Established who was of higher rank. It also helped that at least 30 other inmates had seen what had happened. Enforcing that they weren't to be messed with made for fewer attacks. Few attacks meant better business. Better business meant that she could pull extra favors. It all worked out, ya see?<br/><br/>She nodded her head to Blair as the other woman returned to her side. She easily pretended what had happened, well... hadn't. "Yeah" she answers. "I know, a lot of people have been asking for them. I haven't been able to talk any of the guards into getting me another ship. You would think with all the weapons down here, a toothbrush would be the least of their concerns... but none of them are willing to break the rules just yet. I something in a short while, perhaps I can get him to pick you up one."<br/><br/>While she talked, her hands kept moving. In her short little speech she had pulled three other small packages from her bag, and tossed them to passing inmates. You only got the package it you prepaid. It was a little incentive. You didn't want people wanting your shit, you went the extra mile to make sure Liberty had what she wanted first. Other wise, your luck was with you. Blair, with that little slice, had already prepaid her toothbrush. The small girl, whom had little change of making it on her own, knew when to be generous. "I'll see if I can get you a little extra."<br/><br/>There was little these days she couldn't get. Somehow, once, she had even managed to bribe a guard into smuggling a pink sparkly dildo for a woman in the prison. If the woman on the eventual receiving end of the little 'gift' was willing or not, didn't matter to Liberty. It had been bought and paid for, and she wasn't the one that got it.