The massive woman took a step closer, the floor seeming to vibrate under her weight. "You look lost, pretty bird. This ain't the Ritz." She reached out a calloused hand and roughly pinched the fabric of Shuyin's jumpsuit. "Soft. Too soft for a place like this."
The wiry woman on the top bunk swung her legs over the side, landing with a catlike grace. "New meat always brings trouble," she hissed, circling Shuyin. "Or becomes it."
The third inmate finally looked up from her sharpening, her eyes cold and flat. "What're you in for, princess?" she asked, her voice deceptively quiet.
Shuyin's throat was too tight to speak. She could only shake her head, tears of pure terror welling in her eyes.
