Ivy sat down on the edge of the couch, her feet planted shoulder's width apart, and her elbows on her knees with her hand in her hair. She shook her head.<br/><br/>"I don't know...habit?"<br/><br/>She took a long deep breath and took her hands out of her hair, clasping them together as she leaned of her knees. Her voice was shaky and stressed.<br/><br/>"Fuck, I need a cigarette....see Jill, in my time, it didn't matter if you were innocent or guilty. If they looked at you and decided you were the guilty type, then they did what they wanted."