Jerid was occupied fighting off the boredom by playing a game in his head where he tried to scan peoples imperfections quick enough to not be cought staring.
[i]Eyes too close together. Nose lobsided. Lower lip too thin. Scars that can be removed. Cheekbones too high. [/i]

It wasn't until guards in hazzmat suits entered the room that a single person had his undivided attention.
He stared at Himori and tried to figure out why such a harmless looking girl was here, why the suits, was she infected? Why introduce a highly volatile element into the confined area he was now supposed to call home? Had they gone mad? If we all get infected with something lethal the long term plans all these criminal minds are cooking suddenly see their deadlines moved. Prison riots and pandemonium are inevitable.

Jerid smiled. This just got very interesting.