[Hayley started moving inside the instant he opened the door and moved aside, but she hesitated when he made the remark about the hallways being safe, glancing up at him. Did he know about Franklin already? After that brief faltering, she quickly stepped out of the doorway. The inmate set his coffee down on the desk, having added a little cream and sugar as he seemed like the type, and carried her black coffee with her as she took a seat on the edge of his bed as if it were her own. It was a subtle sign that she had missed him and an even more subtle gesture of trust.]

"I'm not dead." [This was, tragically, a legitimate answer as death was a genuine threat.] "Why? Run into trouble lately?"