Feeding time. Fucking great.<br/><br/>That slender hand of hers dipped into her bag again, this time withdrawing three sticks of the incense she sold to the inmates. She wasn't the one that had thought of that one, there had been a crinkled old man that had made the incense when Liberty had first arrived. The pair had become as close as father and daughter, and now Liberty made the incense. She didn't sell it to everyone either. No, she gave it to her friends, and if she didn't like a person... well... they were meow mix.<br/><br/>She dropped the stick at the bottom of the stairs before turning to trot up them. She nodded to Blair as she caught sight of the girl coming back to check on her, and gave her a thumbs up. Liberty never went far from her little lair. It was a good idea to be able to get safe quickly. The real problem was making sure she would have enough time to get the door unlocked before she ducked back into her safe haven. Hence the incense. She dropped another stick as she walked down the catwalk to her chambers. The putrid smelling smoke filling the air as she fished the key from around her neck and unlocked the door. The second it was unlocked she was locked inside away from the cats. The remaining stick shoved into a nook on the bars to prevent the cats from getting to close.<br/><br/>Liberty hated cats. When she was little her mam had owned about a million of them. Smelly disgusting things. Now she was stuck in a prison with giant ones that wanted to eat her. Freaking wonderful.