sierra looked from oliver to the pair. she watched, her eyes bright with interest. this would possibly be the only piece of information she'd get on people here, given the fact she's not all that open to meeting new people. she took another bite of the baguette, and chewed it whilst watching.

dexter rolled his eyes, and watched her as she moved.
"the evidence speaks for itself. it would be poor judgement - at least it would seem - for me to just let you go when it appeared you did it. how can i be sure, anyway? you hid my knife. isn't that something important?"

Helena didn't look up to Dexter or wish to respond, she only stared vacantly down and placed her hands into her lap with a scowl on her face.
"Because you've never listened to my side of the story."

Oliver scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Your side of the story or the make believe side, Helena? You're a murderer. Face the facts and get used to it."

dexter frowned at oliver.
"shush." he looked back to helena with curiousity. "then enlighten me."

sierra glanced at oliver as he spoke, biting her lip. any thoughts of telling him about what had happened with her father disappeared that very moment.

Oliver smirked slightly in Dexters direction then glanced over at Helena, watching and waiting to see what her response would be.

"I'd rather not." Helena replied, lying down on her bed and curling up; clearly feeling intimidated by the officers and their questioning.

sierra took her eyes from the bunch, and instead she looked down at the remains of the baguette in her hands. she ran her fingers over the slight ridges, lost in thought once again.

dexter raised an eyebrow.
"okay, then. suit yourself."

Oliver shrugged and ate the rest of his meal, carefully, trying not to make any mess with it. He wiped the rest of the crumbs off the table and brushed them onto the floor before picking up the baguette wrapper, screwing it up into a ball and throwing it into the bin with perfect aim.

"I need to go, in half an hour." Helena said loud enough for Dexter to hear her. "I'll talk to you, then..." She trailed off quietly, closing her eyes.

sierra finished her baguette, and laid the wrapper on the table. with a slightly shaky hand, she took the bottle of water and unscrewed the lid. she put it to her lips, and took a long sip; draining some of the contents. with a small sigh, she screwed the lid back on and remained rested back against the wall, cradling the bottle against her chest.

dexter raised an eyebrow.
"you aren't going anywhere. and yes, you will." he ruffled his hair and sat back down with a scowl.

With a subtle grunt, becoming tired of the conversation between Helena and Dexter, Oliver rose from his seat and walked over to Sierra, smiling slightly.
"Did you want to go to the activities room, film room or outside for a little while? It's better than staying in here." He suggested softly, in hope of a positive response.

"If I'm not going then you'll never get that raise you've been asking for. Yes, I know all about it." She began, glancing in Dexters direction with no expression whatsoever. "If I'm allowed to go, i'll tell you whatever information you want from me. deal?"

sierra raised an eyebrow and looked at him with curiousity plastered over her face.
"sure. anywhere." she murmured, looking up at him. she raised to her feet, gripping the bottle of water softly. she slipped her free hand into her pocket, shifting from one foot to the other.

he frowned and looked at her.
"if you tell me where we're going, why we're going first, then okay." he raised an eyebrow and watched her, pursing his lips.

He nodded and walked over to the door, unlocking it once again and walking out, holding it open for Sierra.
"You know the drill, right..? Not allowed to run off. All guards are out today so I won't handcuff you."

Helena shrugged a shoulder, still watching him and frowned at his response.
"I know we're going into the town, I don't know WHERE in the town. I know it's the upper part but I don't know what the place is, only that it's called 'Smiths' or... something, along those lines." Her eyes trailed down the floor.
"If I knew why we were going, I wouldn't be so anxious to go. But I don't, so I want to know."

sierra rolled her eyes and followed him over. she walked through after him, glancing at him as she did so.
"yeah, yeah, i got it." she stood a little way away and waited for him, her back turned to him.

dexter frowned, and remained quiet for a few moments.
"if you don't know what the occasion is, i'm not sure i can take you. what if it's leading you straight into something neither of us want?" he said, looking directly at her.
"then what?"

Oliver smirked slightly. "Good. where shall we go?" He asked, beginning to walk in the direction of the main hall after re-locking the door.

"You can because the main officers know whats going on, they won't tell me." she replied, glancing at him again. She stared, waiting for his next reaction.

sierra followed just a little behind him, and she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. she shrugged softly, looking around as they walked, hoping to devise some plan to escape.
"wherever; it doesn't really matter. as long as we're out of that room." she nodded back towards the room, knowing clear well he'd catch the jerk of her head.

dexter simply frowned.
"so i'll go ask them then, yes? and that would be fine?" he asked, looking at her with narrow eyes.

Oliver smirked slightly.
"Those two annoying you as well, hm?" Oliver stopped at the entrance to the main hall and opened the door, gazing around at the room with eight doors to different activities to rooms.
He stopped and looked at her, expecting her to make a choice on what to do.

Helena nodded in approval.
"Can you tell me what they said after, please?"

sierra nodded softly, truly having had enough of the pair. she looked from door to door before looking back at him, raising an eyebrow.
"you think i'm going to choose?"

dexter nodded, and made for the door. he unlocked it and stepped outside.
"i'll be back in a moment." he then proceeded to lock the door, and head down to the head warden's office.

"Well, I'm not sure what you like to do. Whether it's watching films or.. making cards or something." Oliver shrugged a shoulder and walked to the center of the hall, looking around.

Helena watched him and nodded as he left and laid down on the bed, resting her head into the pillow.
Soon enough, she had fallen asleep - exhaustion from no sleep the night before.

The warden sat quietly in his office, listening to the radio which played a lot of songs from the seventies and eighties. He sat looking through the usual paper work, signing forms for prisoners and updating old files which were long overdue to be sent away.