Jay blinked quickly and turned his head at the sound of footsteps, walking to the barred wall in order to crane his neck and view the man that approached. Judging by his manner and state of dress, Jay assumed his to be a prison guard and as the man spoke he nodded mentally in confirmation.<br/><br/>This was good; he had worried that he would run into another prisoner and be made to go through some sort of 'induction' process. If films or TV shows were anything to go by, they were nothing pleasant and as Jay didn't deserve to even be in the ace, he had zero desire to mingle with his cell mates.<br/><br/>"Right..." He said quietly, bending down in order to pick up the rather grimy booklet, idly tucking it into his back pocket for future reading. "Since when did crime have a booklet...?" He added quietly to himself with a light shrug of the shoulders. He had expected to be left alone then, in the no-man's land of the holding cell, he certainly didn't think that some cigarettes would be slipped in with him.<br/><br/>Dark eyes widened as he hastened to snag the items, tucking them deeply into a more secure front pocket along with the lighter. He had thought that he would have to go cold turkey on the smokes inside... It was quite a nice surprise. "... A gift? Huh..."<br/><br/>Weird. "Um... Thanks..." He trailed off for a moment before he coughed and spoke again. "Hey, you have any idea when I'll have my own cell?"<br/><br/>Personal space. He needed his personal space.