"Only if you promise to play along."

She drops down next to him with a quiet thump, scrubbing the last of the dampness from her lashes with the sleeve of her shirt. "You wouldn't want to be a warden for me anyway," she says. "I'm a terrible inmate. Anyone who actively wants to graduate would be much better. But from what I can see, the place most people fuck up is not learning who their inmate is before trying to create a strategy."