Sasha had remained silent throughout the bus ride to the new prison section. His eyes glazed over as he gazed out the window. The idea of this new block was nice: being able to move around more. But at the same time, he would have to start all over again. At the old block, he had the guards eating out of his hands. He got away with [i]so[/i] much shit. 

As the bus pulled up to the block, the guards ushering them off, Sasha looked around at his new blockmates for the first time. None of them looking like the kind of people that he would socialize with. He'd have to reassert himself pretty quickly, what with the free roam atmosphere. One of the prisoners, a woman, caught his eyes. That was odd; why would put [i]her[/i] in here? Not that he was complaining; he'd always liked a nice view. 

Sasha looked up again when a man came to talk to them. He made a rundown of the schedule, a brief introduction, and then left. Sasha furrowed his brow and looked around. Was that it? 

He wondered who his new cellmate was. Kemper? That was a German name. He looked around for someone who matched that depiction, but when it wasn't glaringly obvious, he lost interest. 
[i]It doesn't matter. They won't keep him with me long.[/i] Sasha thought to himself, pretty sure of it. It was true that, back at the old block, he'd only had a cellmate once. The man had only lasted a couple days; Sasha had told him to stay out of his stuff, and the guy hadn't listening. 

Sasha moved away from the group, wandering over to the cell marked E03. It was pretty spacious. He slunk into and sat down on the bed to the right, deciding that this would be his.