Carmen's expression didn't change as she glanced towards the cell. "Old Jimmy'll be fine."<br/><br/>She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head, staring at Trenholme with incredulity mixed into her annoyance. "You know what, how about you have a seat over there while I make a quick call." She motioned to a chair up against the wall and waited for him to comply. One hand<em>just happened</em>to be resting on her gun.<br/><br/>Once he was seated, she pulled out her phone and dialed Uncle Bill, keeping her eyes focused on her unusual guest. "Hey Uncle Bill, there's this weirdo here. Says he knows you. Seems real full of himself. Says his name's Trenholme. You know him?"<br/><br/>