"Huh."

You look about you, taking in the room slowly. It's clear that living in this space is intended as yet another form of ****. There's a single bed for two individuals, no comforts whatsoever aside from a few well-worn books, and barely any natural light. You're not even certain whether this setup would fly in prison.

"Interesting," you mutter to yourself at last, turning to the lawyer standing at your side. "Alright, let's move on."