Jessica slumped down on the table, her yell maybe just a scream for attention left to fade through the walls. She glanced around at her new cellmates who seemed more interested in general chit chat and making pleasantries with the other inmates than trying assemble the pieces of where they were. Being a great advocate of judging a book by its cover, never more obvious than when Jessica was recommended Game of Thrones as a worthy read and once she found a copy she didn't get it merely due to the expectations of seeing a dragon graze the cover, she already assumed though each person here could be powerful that without powers they had no marketable talents that were worthy of her time. However she did want to make sure she asked the ones drawing to paint her a pretty picture to stick up in her cell... real personal like.

Her nose once again had started to bleed due to her slumping hard on her buttocks, she cupped it with her elbow and let the blood drain into her sleeve, she saw no need of retaining a hygienic appearance in this dank place, especially as zero of the boys were her type. She kept her nose hidden and while walking to a corner she pulled a chair with her free hand with an off putting grinding nose off the hard floor, she set the chair with its back to the doorway thay lead into the room and sat in front of it, some staff gave her a glance but seemed preoccupied with their own thoughts. 

"What ever." She whispered to herself and crossed her legs.