The voice sent shivers down Ryobi's spine. Lillian had always been... problematic, to the point where Ryobi had actually requested her to be transferred to a different cell block once. All of that mattered little now, as despite the duo apparently outnumbering her, Ryobi knew that Lillian counted at least double in terms of her psychopathy. Avoiding bloodshed would be difficult, if not impossible, but he hoped maybe he could avoid Janetta's if he played this right.

Ryobi still clutched his gun in his hand, having never holstered it once he entered the room, and cradled the comm device with the other. They had a good-ol'-fashioned Texas stand off, and although it was likely that both Janetta and Ryobi could fire before Lillian would get two shots out, there was an excellent chance that Lillian would kill one of them first. Ryobi slowly lowered his weapon as nonchalantly as he could, but kept his index finger on the side of the trigger. He turned around slowly, and his eyes confirmed what his ears had already told him.

"Lillian, dearest," Ryobi cooed softly. "I was actually hoping we would run into you soon. I was just thinking about all the fun we had. Was this comm yours?" He held up the device he had picked up. "We've already got one, so I suppose I could trade you. Toss over that gun, and you can have the comm. Deal?" The saccharine smile and tender tones of his voice would hopefully help her stand down, depending on exactly how crazy the woman was, but Ryobi definitely didn't count on it. "I'd hate to see your beautiful body get hurt, you know."