"Awww, c'mon." There is a young voice, a bit annoyed. "Why does someone always have to show up?"
She's not alone in the cell, it seems. Then again, the cell isn't locked currently, the door hangs a bit open. Leaning against one of the stone walls is a childling with short cropped hair, steel-toed boots, and a full-color glossy gemstone magazine on her lap.