10-15-2017, 01:15 PM
Korstyn walks in, grabs her food and sniffs it once. Frowning briefly, she shrugs, determined to tough it out. She keeps her distance, not electing to speak unless spoken to. Even then, one is hard-pressed to get a response from her. When asked about her current cell mate, she will simply respond “ ‘lek. Me’copaani? Is there something I can help you with?”