Spect simply lifts her shoulders in a small shrug. Her little tattooed finger sliding into her mouth so she could suck the blood off it as she watched the warden. "The poor baby, no friends... no friends.... " She whispers in a soft sing song voice. Her feet moving to bring her all the more closer to the pair. Normally she wasn't allowed anywhere near any of the other prisoners, let alone the staff. Someone had done a lot of work if this woman was loose.<br/><br/>"i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts...." She sings. "here they are a standing in a row..." Her head tilted to the side towards a group of rioters that were beating one of the guards to death. His skull having caved into his head, blood on the walls. "big one small ones.... some as big as your head...."<br/><br/>She moved fast. One second the woman was standing int he middle of the hall. The next breath her fist was soaring right towards the wardens face.