Sammy slipped between the seconds to walk around the talk, shove the prisoner back down in his seat and his face into the table. Time resumed when she was back behind Joe.

"What would you know about his friend getting stabbed?" she asked, still in her reasonable voice. "You here in prison, with no visitors that we know of. And what are you doing here, anyway?" She tapped her neck to indicate that she referred to the collar. "You should be in the Vault. At least the Raft. Maybe the latest one that's off everyone's radar and under particular directorship."