[ The corner of her mouth twitches irritably just for a second, to be reminded of her poor situation, and she files that aggravation away in her mind, for when she's freed. She knows she will be, eventually, even if it requires a legitimate prison break.

Her friends are criminals and murderers. They can handle springing each other from jail.

Her composure returned, she nods encouragingly, supportively. ]

An' upstairs, there's other people who can tell you more, Lloyd Henreid and Nadine Cross. They've known Flagg longer than anyone else. Anyway, if nothin' else, we're pretty good company.

[ She realizes that she never specifically asked. ] You have anyone here?