Farrah gave Jacob a skeptical look as he wrapped an arm around her neck. She continued to look at him with a slightly puzzled look as he said not everyone in the prison was obsessed with drugs, sex and violence, just after they had clobbered a bunch of Skinheads. Then again, perhaps she had found the 3 guys in the prison who still had balls enough to stand up for a woman in trouble even in prison. She watched him carefully as he walked away and leaned on a wall.
Farrah rolled her eyes at Enansi’s reason. “Well you might think it’s a fun little game, but not all of us do,” Farrah said, pushing her hair out of her face and crossing her arms, nodding when he said she had been tossed and thrown around like a doll. “I for one, would like to know if it’s a real map,” she said, not minding if the focus got off her for the moment. They, after all, might want to know something about her past or try and share theirs, and Farrah was pretty sure things would work out better between them all if they didn’t know all that much about each other.
Farrah gave Rick an interested look, impressed that he cared about women at all. She uncrossed her arms, placing her hands on her hips even though they were swallowed in the orange jumpsuit. She shook her head when Rick grinned at everyone, finding herself grinning back just slightly. They were certainly an odd, but entertaining group. “Well, anyway, I’m glad everyone had fun dragging me around, but I think I’ll go back to my cell now, unless Enasni will show me that map,” she said, the small grin remaining on her face.