[She breathes in deep, calming a little, but only very slightly. That's all true, but it's also not it at all. She clenches her fists in her lap, locking her eyes onto Tiffany's, willing her to take her seriously.]

I came here to feel safer. I thought we would be safer together.

[Seriously, what the hell was she thinking?]

I listen to that and I hear you throwing both our lives away. You laugh about all the violence, you-- make it normal, make it into nothing, and then you put a target on yourself, too.

If it was just you, I can't say I would understand, or that I wouldn't be upset, but you can't do those things and take care of other people. Or how do I feel safer here? If you're dealing with a man like that this way? I would be better off back with-- back in my cell.