No

You stay quiet. The Warden looks impressed. She takes her foot off you and walks back to the desk.

"We know what to do with girls like you," she says.

Cait stands you up and walks you out of the office, back into the prison. It's dinner time, but she does not take you to the cafeteria. She takes you into an elevator... this prison is old and dirty. The elevator makes a lot of noise as it goes down, deep underground.

Another guard is waiting at the bottom. At first you think it is Zarya, the Russian coach from camp... but it's another woman with short, pink hair.

"Take her to solitary, Vi," Cait says to her, pushing you out of the elevator.

"Sure," Vi says and takes your arm. She walks you to a tiled room and lets go of you. The room is a shower.

"Go ahead," she says, pointing at it. You take off your clothes and get in, turning on the water.

Vi watches you rinse off, and you notice the bulge in her uniform. She's like you.

You finish and look for a towel, but there isn't one. Vi throws you your clothes and marches you, naked and dripping, down a dark, dirty hallway past several metal doors.

She opens one and throws you through. Cold, naked, and wet, you turn around as she slams it. You are also hungry.

But you are Adella. You are a badass, and this does not scare you. Well, it does scare you. But you are going to do it right. You dry yourself off with your clothes, hang them up to dry, and do some pushups to warm up.

Naked, you look around the cell, which has nothing but a bed and a toilet and sink. You find... a crayon, and a single scrap of paper. That is all there is here.

You sit down on the bed and hear something... so you get down on the floor and look. There is a hole in the wall... you get close and look through... you can't see anything, but you hear the gentle strumming of a guitar.

And there is another hole on the other side of the room. You peek through that and see a single finger, like someone is lying on the bed with their hand over the side. The finger moves, and some roaches on the floor follow it... like they are obeying it... strange.

You could use your scrap of paper and crayon to write a note to one of them... but which one? The guitar lady? Or the bug lady?