Sydney slowly walked down the aisle in the bus, dragging her hands over the dirty seats as she went, with her pink, plump lips pressed into a line. As she stepped off the bus she was met by a guard putting a hard grip on her upper arm.
"Hi." Sydney said in a excessively sweet voice and flashed a smile. " I would let go if I were you." She adviced, but pulled her arm out the the guard's grip herself and continued walking behind the inmate in front of her.