Women took note of everything diligently, yet still looked at Jackson Sully with expectation, as if hoping she could reveal more.
Jackson Sully let out a scoff, "Two requests for four answers, that should be enough."
She was left speechless by the retort, and could only close the window with an ugly expression, once again completely isolating herself.
Jackson Sully leaned back against the door and sat down, the chilling jail door and floor helped her stay alert.
She reached out for the cigarette thrown on the floor, skillfully lit one up.
Taking a deep drag, the fire at the tip of the cigarette flickered, glowing and dimming. She exhaled a long breath, and a cloud of smoke gradually dispersed in the air, and even the split wound seemed to hurt less.
Jackson Sully sat quietly against the door; it seemed like a long time since she last touched a cigarette.
Exactly how long, she was afraid she couldn't remember...
