Cerin caught the glance of the girl who cell was across from his own. A small smirk crept across his pale lips before he did a small hand gesture of a wave towards the girl, taking care not to leave the shade he had found for himself on the bottom bunk. Cerin could tell this girl was new, she had the look about her of a villain freshly pulled out of their own little world of crime. Many of the young villains here didn't know how to adjust to imprisonment while Cerin himself found it rather tedious he had no need to be impatient as he knew he would be out sooner or later, after all his father had been locked away in a gem for countless centuries Cerin could surely handle this place. As these thoughts entered and left his mind Cerin was rather entertained by notion of what this new prisoner would be like and more importantly how long until she cracked.