It isn't what Joan was expecting, no, but it also doesn't surprise her. She knows Moriarty will be manipulative, that she won't give straight answers, or expected answers. So Joan remains placid, her face expressionless.

"I wouldn't let you have a pen, either. A crayon, maybe." She tilts her head. "I get you a sketchbook and watercolors, and convince the warden to let you keep them. What do I get in return?"