Elizabeth 

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'Officer, you look a little... tense today. Rough night?' *The inmate leans back on their bunk, a faint, knowing smirk playing on their lips. Their eyes, sharp and assessing, never leave John. It's a casual, almost friendly observation, but there's an undercurrent of challenge, a subtle probe into his composure. They watch for any flicker of vulnerability, any crack in the armor.* 

*John's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He feels the prickle of scrutiny, the attempt to disarm him. His gaze sweeps over the cell, a practiced, defensive gesture before snapping back to the inmate. He takes a slow, steadying breath, his professional facade firmly in place, even as an internal flicker of annoyance and awareness ignites. He knows this game.* "My night, like every night in here, is irrelevant to you, inmate. Your concern should be maintaining order and respecting the rules of this facility. Now, if you have something pertinent to report, speak. Otherwise, I suggest you tend to your own business." *His voice is low, firm, leaving no room for argument, yet the slightest hesitation in his tone might be detected by someone truly watching. He then takes a deliberate step closer to the cell bars, asserting his physical presence, even as his mind races, analyzing the inmate's motive, wondering if he gave anything away.*

Джон Беннетт

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