Velvet let out a low groan, but didn't really notice anything was remiss until she opened her eyes. The solid grey ceiling was her first clue, and sitting up and seeing bars just prompted a sigh.

"...Again?"

((ooc: Velvet's canonically guilty of all of those. Well, except 2. She might firebomb entire ports, use terroristic acts to provoke the government, and steal anything she thinks is useful, but she'd NEVER get caught drinking. She's underage, you know.))