Crystal didn't respond right away to all of Ezera's assurances. They really didn't do anything to soothe the sinking feeling she had in the pit of her stomach. Sure enough, the mention of 'priors' caught her immediate attention.

"Damn straight. Long as the length of my arm." Crystal revealed that with a bit of stubborn pride, pushing aside the fact that such a revelation wouldn't help in this situation. "And I'll go out on a limb an' say that its the same for you, huh?" She guessed. Growling, she let her head plunk back on her cot, ignoring the dull pain doing so caused.

"Damn it! We really screwed ourselves, getting tagged like this!" Crystal stated, hopelessly. "I want to spend my time feelin' the mud and grass under my feet, and dance the night away. Not havin' to plod around in this sticky, dirty cell!" Crystal looked at Ezera. "And I wanna keep kicking those bastard dirty cops in the ass, not get locked up by 'em in a tiny box for years on end!" Crystal bit her lip. "Girls like *us* aren't meant to be the cell squatting type, y'know?"