"-someone to talk to."

That one caught you a little off guard. Most prisoners either sullenly avoided talking to guards as much as possible, or to continually heap us much **** on them as they thought they could get away with. But then again, Doe was not a typical prisoner.

"You want someone to talk to?" You muse, your head cocked at the starlet, regarding her.

"No," Doe stared back. "I need someone to talk to." Seeing your confusion, she sighs loudly. "Look, up until a few days ago, I'm always surrounded by people talking to me non-stop. Agents. Producers. Assistants. Family. Fans. Recently, it's been lawyers and judges. And now... silence. I need someone... anyone... to talk to. Her expression darkens for a moment. "I can't be left alone with my own thoughts." You think you detect a tear welling up in one of her eyes, but she ignores it.