Kitt followed Ryobi into the cell blocks, turning her head to look behind them every so often in case she had missed something from her scanners. While her post was in the reception area of Prison Bay, and she had come into contact with plenty of the inmates prior, she had never step foot into the cell blocks. It was off-putting, to say the least, to be wandering around the criminals' nests, so close to the spaces they've become so intimate with in the years of their imprisonment. Still, she was curious, and in Officer Ito's company, was brave enough to take just a few steps closer and peer into the currently opened cells while he looked for whatever it was he was looking for. 

Ryobi stepped into Prisoner Gardea's cell and began searching - probably for stolen goods. Kitt new from a quick once-over of the female inmate's files that she was profiled as a kleptomaniac, and would probably have something of use for him. And alas, he found it; a knife, hidden underneath Gardea's pillow. He waved it up at her, and Kitt frowned with slight worry. Not that she questioned the Officers and their abilities in the station (she could never do that), but how had Gardea gotten a hold of such a weapon? Either the woman was that slippery, or someone had slipped up.

Regardless, Kitt returned her attention to Officer Ito as he spoke. Her eyes widened behind his back as she followed him out of the cellblock and back into the main hall of the sector. "Something that I can use, sir?" The robot gave a flattered, albeit nervous, chuckle. "I am not sure I would be of much service. But it is nice of you to think I might be." He knew she was not programmed for combat, but the idea that he would even think to find her a makeshift weapon of her own was kind of him.

[b]Thud![/b]

Suddenly a loud noise echoed down to them from further down the hallway, in the direction of Warden Pryce's office. Kitt jumped and turned her scanners toward the noise, squinting her eyes to increase the distance of their scope. Faintly, on the very edges of her display, she could make out two humans. "Sir, there are two bodies up ahead. I cannot make out their identities from this distance, but they are alive."
[hr][color=#ddd1be][i]It had been an endlessly long day, and the whiskey burning down her throat was only half erasing the headache she'd amassed over the long hours. 

Benton had taken verbal bait from Sterling and of course, gotten himself beaten quite well before Ris and the other officer bots were able to get Dawson under control. Big Daddy (she absolutely hated calling him this, though in her currently hazy state, she could give less of a rat's ass what his name was) was thrown into solitary for a week or two for the brawl, while Benton was down in the med bay, probably boasting about a win to Ami, would wouldn't believe it for a moment but would nod along for the sake of his dignity.

And while Janetta admittedly loved watching Benton get whooped into his place after all of his subtle misogynistic jabs at her, she did not love the large amount of paperwork she was left with. She'd been locked into her office since the time of the incident until clock out; and even then, she stayed behind. Why not? It wasn't like there was any reason for her to hurry home. No one was waiting up for her, nor did she really want anyone to be. Jan preferred the intimacy she found at the bottom of the bottle - or so she liked to tell herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Clearing her throat, she lowered the small bottle until it was hidden beside her thighs. "Who is it?"

"Ito. Just checking in on you, mam."

Jan eyed the door, absentmindedly swishing the contents of the bottle around underneath the desk. Ito. She had always been drawn to him, had always been curious about him; somehow she knew he felt similarly. And now to be checking in on her, when everyone else had gone back to the barracks?

"Come in," she replied, and when he did, she added, "Close the door."

He did so, and came to sit in the chair opposite her at the desk. Jan sat back into her own chair as she watched him, an air of leisure about her face. Whatever it was about this man, she felt comfortable around him. Comfortable enough to raise her arm and take a swig of the liquor, all while observing Ryobi for his reaction. 

"Long day, hm?" 

Jan softly barked out a laugh, lifting her free hand to run it through her long brunette strands, which were always up in a tight bun during work hours. She stood up from her seat and made her way to his side of the desk, leaning back against it so that she was off to Ryobi's right side. "Don't tell the warden," she joked, reaching the bottle out towards him. "Drink."

It wasn't really a question, nor was it a command. But something in her expression was definitely challenging him, to see if he would play along.[/i][/color]