He kept it up, looking down at her for a moment before looking back up at the ceiling. "There's probably something really important going on out there. Some Inmate has set fire to something pink in an act of sparkly rebellion and now there's a group of them dancing around it like it's a pagan rite."

He glanced over at his Warden item on the nightstand. It didn't appear to be showing anything particularly noteworthy. "Honestly, I think there's nothing wrong with organized protest and I'm sure whatever they set on fire here is one less thing they'll set fire to on the Barge."