[She nods, somehow a little glad to hear that he's been to prison, too. Evidently he'd handled it much better than she had, but still, there's...there's something to it. Like maybe he's just a little better situated to understand, somehow, or like there's a chance they might be a little closer from the rapport of the shared experience.

A slim chance, but a chance nonetheless. And she can hope.]

We were stealing a Rembrandt. He...he knew better, and got away, and I was headstrong and got caught. Now he runs the criminal empire, VILE. I still go back to prison sometimes, but never for long.