Shortly after the crowd had dispersed from the wardens' introduction, Akemi had found herself simply returning to her cell with a sour look on her face.
They didn't know? Then what use were they, except to enforce some higher power's will? She sat on her bed-- this horrid, uncomfortable bench-- and simply rested her head in her hands for a few moments. Of course she would be sent here. Of course.
As she hears footsteps approaching, Akemi straightens herself out so as not to look as distraught as she currently felt. Oh great, her.
"Hello, Ms. Carter. I hadn't intended to deny our commonality, not that I particularly relish that confirmation. If it would please you to hear me say it aloud, then yes, I killed a man."
She looks at the sticker with a frown.
"…yes, of course, just the thing this dour cell needed." Her voice is dripping with sarcasm, but she also sounds almost tired of maintaining her bitter expression for all this time.
