Ange was anxious to get out as soon as he could. However, he was curious about Vanity. What reason could she have for being in a horrid place such as this?

Ange looked around suspiciously, careful to watch for anyone who might be listening to their conversation. Though, by now, he was certain none of the guards even cared what they talked about.

"The sooner I get out of here, the better." He mumbled. He leaned back in his chair, his judgement and upbringing was losing to his insatiable curiosity. "What are you in for?" He asked. "You seem like a nice person... Don't tell me you killed someone, or you're psychic or something." He sort of laughed off the last one as though thinking to himself how stupid that sounded.

((ooc: I hope you don't mind I changed my character's picture! I just found that one and thought it fit my character much better. :) ))/'