[She nods, taking in his explanation. When she thinks about what she'd ask for if she were a warden, everything that comes to mind is stuff for herself-- but she doesn't scoff at the idea of using it for someone else. All the kindness that's been thrown at her on the Barge has softened her edges a little-- it's been less than two months, but she's still malleable enough that it's made a marked (though, of course, not comprehensive) difference. Having people being nice and doing things for you feels great... but being nice and doing things for other people doesn't feel half bad either. While she'd taken some pride in helping (or "helping") people back in Litchfield, she feels it even more so here.]

I'm not here for that, though. I'm an inmate; I'm here 'cause the Admiral wanted me here.

And you know what? I'm glad he did. Demons and all.