"Yes, an escape plan, already. It's something. Excuse the fuck out of me for wanting to make something of this besides social time for ten minutes and then back to rotting in the cell for another however many months. What the fuck does 'already' mean, anyways? Should we wait for a more convenient season to want freedom?" She snaps, crossing her arms and looking out to the corner of the room at, well...nothing in particular. It was, admittedly, a somewhat far-fetched plan, but it was more than the nothing that was being said previously. It's....irritating how little interest they all seem to have in getting out. Well, maybe they don't have anything beyond those walls but she does, and like hell is she going to rot here forever. (Why, no, all that time in solitary didn't do wonders for her temper, why do you ask?)
It seems that even here, where they're all suffering together, humans are so rarely reliable.
"Hey, though, if you've got a better idea on how to spend the time we've been graciously allotted together, let's hear it. Maybe knitting? Meditation? Praying the Warden doesn't get bored and execute us tomorrow, perhaps?"